Everytime we say goodbye.

We've broken up
As many times as I've dyed my hair
And maybe
It is not a coincide
Maybe
Everytime you leave
I feel the need to become someone else
Someone who won't miss you
Who won't think about you
Someone you don't know anymore.
And every time we say goodbye I dye my hair
And you let your beard grow
Like some kind of revolution
Against each other.