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

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

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

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

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms