Cut my hair short when I feel like I’m not worth it
Look at me go, spending all of my gold on pretty things that shine too bright
Why was I waiting for someone to come along and help me figure it out?
You know the ones they jam down our throats, trick us into believing we aren’t anything unless we have one. They don’t exist. The big strong hero, like out of a movie, that would gallop in, sweep me up, and ride me off into a shiny, sparkly future full of happiness and peace and continuity.