(2014)
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
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
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
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
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand