I need something I want to be close to
And I scream, but I still don't know why I do it
Because the sound never stays, it just swells and decays
So what is the point?
The truth is all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten
Sick of your sound, sick of you coming around
Trying to crawl under my skin
When I already shed my best defense
It comes out all around that you won
And I think I'm all done, you can switch me off safely
While I'm lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me
every time I write it’s embarrassing I won’t lie but
en realidad, todavía soy chiquito
I pretend and I pretend I can speak but I fear the day my words won’t form
I can’t put into words the things I hate
no sé como ponerlo,
but it’s a deep feeling grabbing at my veins something painful and lurking every breath full of guilt, sorrow and what’s left after hope burns down
I ran around with a pack of wolves. I puked on every
pinafore. Growing breasts was a nightmare. In anger
I cut off my hair and knelt glassy eyed before
god.