Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

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

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in