Short Red Head

I’m the kinda girl who likes the color red The kinda girl who can't get out of bed But all the things that run through my head I leave the words unsaid The hair is how I express myself The dye is the only thing on that shelf Watch as it changes me on the outside So that I can just choose to hide The person inside My hair isn’t really long But it’s there to help me hide that song The song that can get loud. Loud. Can you hear it pound? Pound out of the things that block my hearing It hurts to bad So bad that I’m tearing At the light The light that shines after the night I can’t see it The pain I mean The pain I see But I couldn’t see it earlier Someone tried to cut my hair Hey, but it only got curlier Curlier to the max The information I have just got faxed Tax on this dye Die Don’t let it die I promise my hair is too short Too short to hide what was said My short red head