(2014)
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
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
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
