My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

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

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect