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