ironically, its the days that the city looks at me...
like I owe it money that I like myself the most...

Mom,would you still
love me if I turn...

I fear this feeling,
as hard as...

Change theory is complex
it explains why people resist it...

I was stuck between
answering phone calls...

I
She sits in front of me and says...

I wanted to tell her,
that lately, she's been...

I was angry at myself.
It always starts with rage...

I know that my mother,
is very anxious to see me...

Sometimes I wander
inside wonders...

I know that this is what a friend once spoke...
This the realization that things simply aren't...

Maybe when I let go of my ego,
or you see beyond your faults...