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

You know that a year, can feel like a month when...
And maybe it is after all true,I was nothing but...

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

-open-
My heart,like...

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 see your holding on to my hand,
As if you're never going to let go...

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

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

Everyone knew the things
you were doing to hurt me...

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