+ Song
get out
you were likea piece of shit you were such a dirty, dirty one for meI was so good to you.I got on my fucking knees, you paraded all right over me you just walked and paraded all right over me.
just the taste of our history on my mindmakes me feel more free in time. more of a woman, more of a warriormore of a long lost lover, freeing my mindfreeing my soul.
the sun shined through the windowmidday and began to heal me I felt pieces of me mold back togetherand my heart pumped evenly and in tune that golden arch of my self-awareness was what I had been missing
+ Love, Personal Growth, Song
the blood it riversthe blood it writes me downevery second of the dayI will always think of you you crept inside like a warm deceaseyou never let me – be me
sitting in front of a familiar door and feeling nothingit’s interesting because I used to feel-feel it every day
hey babe I’ll be out –opening doors for myselfand finding new beautyto be grateful for
the objective is to continueto look back and discoverthat I have been many peoplein one lifeto understand that changeis possible Spanish version: cambio es posible el objetivo es continuarmirar atrás y descubrirque he sido mucha genteen una vidapara entender que el cambioes posible
somehow we’re carried along in and out of situations in different places between multiple characters of things and people.all along we are left imprints and leave imprints —know answers or know nothing.