I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
