I am sick

...I'm not crazy,

I'm just a little unwell I know,

Right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

A different side of me

I'm not crazy,

I'm just a little impaired I know,

right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be

Me..

~Matchbox 20, Unwell~

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Yes, I’m sick of denying the obvious,

sick of trying to manage what I have no grip upon.
I’m tired of trying to be what I can’t,

tired of wishing I still have something I had many years ago.

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I’ll take it as it is,

have it as it is,

and show it as it is.
With or without pride, what does it matter anymore?

It seems I have none, or do I still?

It’s all in the head they say.

Yes, I have gone bald because of this.

There is never a day that I'm not reminded by my own reflection,

my shadow gives the same reaction.

Yes, I am sick of it all, but I'm not down.
For there are many things to be done
There are still ways to regain my crown
Before I finally say ‘Baby, all gone’

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They say it's all in the head, but I believe it's more 'on' the head.

So a healthy scalp would be my best bet.

Keep it from excessive oil and sweat.

Keep it short, keep it sweet,

keep it cool, away from heat.

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Call me desperate, call me vain

Tell me there is none to gain

So long there's hope I won't complain

Accept myself each day I train

Now bald no longer brings me shame