You do my hair so nice.
With those white streaks.
It looks so cool.
When I'm feeling as I do
You burn as you go down
And hit rock bottom.
But in a way it's settling.
You can bleach my life.
You can bleach it white.
No graytones, no black.
Just simple, just like that.
Simple white, so pure.
Nothing to complicate matters anymore.
(c) 2002
L. Brown