Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

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

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

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

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

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

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?