(2014)
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
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
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
