After denying what could not be evaded...

The fateful day has come...

My identity changed, My head Is now, not the same as yesterday...

The Haircut day has come... And my hair, already has found his destiny... to lay dead in the floor of the barbershop.

There is no time for sorrow, changes needed to happen, but still, I feel I'm not the same, after this morning...

I don't look the same neither, And there is no going back.

Has I said before, it's just hair, but still, I changed my hair, changing who I am...