(2014)
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
