How do I tell the one I love,
That I love him so dear...
What would happen if I had gone to my aunts...
I ask myself everyday...
I'm the kind of person
who wants all to be happy...
Little painted nails and toes,
this is the life i almost chose...
And so the story begins,
my lifes a reflection of the problems with in...
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven...
Each slit down her wrists
tells a story of her abuse...
All these druggies in school,
it just aint cool...
I can't stand this
Living one day to the next...
I only hear what I want
I dont listen...
Roses are red
MEXICANS are brown...
Ma MEXICAN pride
I will not hide...