The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

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

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

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

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this