(2015)
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
