In the silent corners of my mind, echoes linger A tug, a pull, a silent scream, my hands against my will Each strand a story, each pluck a scar In the darkness of my soul, I wander far They tell me to stop They scream for me to stop They cut my fingers, but I carry on Like a tricholithiomaniac, caught in this dance A twist of fate, a sweet revenge in my trance Echoes of whispers, shadows of pain In every lost hair, I break free from the chain Fingers trace the paths of sorrow, where memories reside In every strand, I find relief, a secret place to hide But the echoes call me back, a siren song so sweet In the war within my heart, there is no retreat They tell me to follow They scream to forget They cut my hair, but I carry on Like a tricholithiomaniac, trapped by this curse A spiral of echoes, a sweet revenge reversed With every pull, a piece of me remains But in the silence afterward, I find the strength to change In the mirror's reflection, the echoes fade A sweet revenge blooms, in the scars I've made The cycle breaks, the echo fades to dust In the ashes of my pain, I rise because I must Like a tricholithiomaniac, free from this trance The echoes silenced, in my final stand A sweet revenge claimed, in every loose thread In the echoes of my past, I finally grow