Hair Dye

The Master of The Machine

They never glared at her,

The way the other's did,

No one got hurt,

When she played them.

No one's heart was broken,

Rather mended.

She was no longer weary,

Not broken,

No blood was shed,

No sadness,

Sorrow,

Dread.

And with their voice,

She could control crowds,

Magnetize the masses.

Potential lovers held their breath,

Sitting on the edge,

Clenching their fists,

But the only one she's writing songs for,

Is the one that will never love her.

Well, she's a master,

Master of the machine,

Well she's on cloud nine,

But she's a sad sad girl.

She's not selfish,

The only way she can love,

Is through love songs.

And she needs to learn how to love herself.