Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
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
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
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 enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
