OH, THE PAIN! (of hair, costume, and yare, yare...)

If you ask me,
I have sacrificed my locks for this,
traded my tube-top for a non-flattering school uniform,
and unfashionably paired it off with, *ugh*, rubber shoes!
can someone verse me again,
Why am I the girl from the Mystic Moon, the character main?
Why was I cursed with this? Oh, the pain!

If you ask me,
the long blond hair is dead sissy,
(it keeps going inside my mouth too, *ptoo!*)
the armory is digging into my skin,
and the whole darn costume feels like yards of caterpillar skin!
can someone verse me again,
Why do I have to be the gallant knight?
Oh, the painful sight!

If you ask me,
hair bleach has burnt my scalp,
I think my eyes are red even after taking out the contacts,
and with leather, everyone else's costume has airconditioning!
So why is everyone complaining?
And why do I have to be diabolical adonis characteristic of vain?
Now, say it with me...Oh, the pain!

Shut up, dilly,
our hairs have met the same torture,
but my extensions were just meant to stick to the back of my neck,
and I am also a red eyer,
that is, with PURPLE eyeliner!
and the garb around me wraps double,
if you feel hot in that, this one is more trouble
with an arm that is retouched each shoot...
along with wings that are mounted to boot!
although...
I'm not complaining why I'm black-winged-angel-fool,
'CAUSE MIND AMONG ALL OF YOU, I AM MOST COOL!!!