It’s nothing to do with my hair
It’s just that I’m close to despair.
I wanted new clothes 
But Dad got me those, 
Which I flatly refuse to wear!

It’s nothing to do with my hair, 
It’s just that you clearly don’t care. 
Whenever I’m late,
You blame it on Kate, [or Nate]
Who’s my friend! Oh, you’re so unfair! 

It’s nothing to do with my hair. 
It’s just that I hate being compared
To my sister, who’s mean,
And kicks up a scene
When I’m hungry and don’t want to share. 

It’s nothing to do with my hair. 
I’m just feeling up in the air.
You both said I could go
Unless there was snow;
Well it’s more than a person can bear. 

It’s nothing to do with my hair.
It’s just that you seem unaware
That I sing in two choirs
And I’m stressed about Highers,
And I don’t have a moment to spare.

It’s nothing to do with my hair.
It’s just that I feel I could swear
That Facebook and fashion,
And even true passion,
Are all just a load of hot air.