(2015)
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I