The wisdom of the fool will set you free, they told me.

So...

I started loving you.

Unaware of the other girls, unaware of the one-sided feelings.

I didn't do my hair, or wear that skirt.

So...

I started speaking my mind.

You're starting to bore me to my ultimate demise.

Forgot what's it's like to have my intellect moved,

or how it feels to not fight over the radio station.

You're eleven years old, stuck in juvenile situations.

Counting flower petals and singing off key.

It drives me crazy.

So...

I cut my hair off.

Away with the idea that only pretty girls have long hair.

Only smart people have long hair.

Only hip people have long hair.

Only the best have long hair.