That Friday, I walked
into the train station as lonely...

Just understand
that it has nothing to do with you...

You're the first thing
I ever wanted to keep to myself...

It wasn't always tears and anger
soul eating madness...

Let it go my love,
because boys like him...

This heart is broken
and useless...

You look at me
like I have something...

In her dreams she is a hermit
who lives in a remote part of town...

'Growing up only means doing what's best for you...
I still remember...

I am worn out,
look bad at 22...

My mother has no diplomas,
doesn't speak more than the Spanish language...

Above my carnal needs
There is hope...