(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time