(2015)
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile