(2015)
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding