When Mourning Ends Hairspray the hurt, Don't make me forget. Mousse the memories, I can't lose those too. Leave the scissors hanging, they are not needed. No curling, crimping, dyeing, or thinning. No change please. Why won't you wash? This morning was not enough, my water will never clean those fuzzy frames. Please, I don't want a cut. Just set all that is left.