You've been tying me up,
With the ribbon in your hair,
And the bobby pins going straight through my heart.
I've been trying to copy your style,
But my curls go everywhere,
And it wouldn't wouldn't suit the colour of my eyes.
You've been telling me,
Don't worry about what they see,
Just wear it how you want,
But lately,
They've been telling me,
There's someone else they want me to be,
And it's not who I am now.
I've been basing my look off you,
Since I fell in love with your smile,
And the colour of my makeup is your fault.
But I know that sometime,
I'm going have to work out my own style,
And what I want the world to make of me.
Now, I've become obsessed,
With the way that you dress,
And how you walk,
And the way you move when you're talking to me.
How, how can you say,
That this is not the way?
When like this I smile,
And like this I feel I could finally be free.