In the morning the birds sing.
I may be yellow, I may be blue,
because for me it’s all or nothing.
“Que dramatico!”, that is so true.

“Siendo feliz es una opcion!”
No Mama, I think it’s more complicated.
I can’t get happy, it’s part of ‘mi condicion’,
And my only retreat is to get faded.

Down stairs is like Lucha Libre with you and dad,
I’d rather stay in my canopy.
Who does “IRL” anymore? Online is so rad.
“Solo quiero sonreir.”

Birds can fly; be free overseas.
Asi que me fui.