(2014)
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
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
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay