This isn't 2007
You're not as pretty as you think you were
Or as fit as you were back then
You're not in high school
You didn't even win Prom Queen
All your juvenile accomplishments may have meant something to people who cared about high school
But then nobody cares now
Suckers are falling for the cruelty of compliments
And they can't tell the difference between an insult from your mouth and kindness from a good person in the form of me delivering you to the painful truth
That when you were somebody
It wasn't preparing you for anything
You're going to be nobody forever
Just another face on TV
With 15 minutes of forgetability
Because you were never really giving. You never knew what it meant to defend the defenseless, fight for what was right, or think about making somebody else look good when they needed a win.
You only think of survival in the jungle of pettiness
And when you feel you've done some sort of triumph
It's always about you

Flaca tu cabello
desbordaba
cuentos de hadas,
tenias un vestido verde
y un amor clandestino.

Flaca llegaste en febrero
como época pasajera
o lluvia de temporal
mojabas el alma
cuando te veía llegar.

Dejaste vida en mi cuerpo
y sembraste tu amor,
oh! flaca de saber que te irías
te hubiese dado
más besos, más abrazos,
pero que podía hacer
si tu alma es libre,
y la piel lo pide.