En mi mente te veo allí ( te veo allí)
No puedo dormír,
No puedo comer ;
sin ti aquí,
sin ti aquí.
no quiero saber
que ha sucedido;
no quiero saber.
recuerdas ese día cuando solíamos divertirnos?
cuando soliamos tener amor.
solias sostenerme,
solias sonreir;
pero ahora no haces.
y solo me pregunto;  
quien es ella.
y por quē ella se ha llvevado mi amor ,
como puedes dejarla tomo
nuestro amor.
no quiero saber.

                                                yours truly,
                                                                 . . .

The person you think I am was never here
You think you know me when u don’t.
People assume,
People just don’t care at all.
And I guess that’s why I feel lonely.
The people who think they know me don’t;
And the people closest to me don’t care at all.
I’m stuck with feeling that no one really cares.
And I guess that’s okay
Because they all care when I’m gone.
When they realize what they didn’t do.
          
                Yours truly,            
                                   . . .

Writing for yourself is hard,
Writing for others i find easier.
All you need is there name and their eyes
and can imagine everything they hide inside.
For me i feel its harder, because i know what I'M hiding,
i know what scares me ,
I know what brings me to tears.
But someone else... someone else,
I can imagine anything,
i can see bright futures
and i can see hope,
All in the eyes of the being.
                                                           yours truly,
                                                                            . . .

She  types and types,
trying to make a simple story.
She loves and loves,
trying to make a love story.
She pretends and pretends,
to be so deep.
When all she really needs to be
is unique.
You see she doesn't think she is,
she doesn't do anything.
She sits she thinks and sometimes she tries things.
But she tries the wrong things,
she wants to have that thing.
The "thing" everybody else has,
that makes them special in a way.
But she doesn't have that 'thing';
because she doesn't seem to realize that,
she is that "thing".
                                                        yours truly,
                                                                       . . .

His hair twirls in such a pattern,
his mole so small;
stands out to me.
His eyes so big and brown...
his heart so empty and sad.
He doesn't speak , only looks.
Someone had taken that happiness from his heart
so he keeps it locked up.
He tries and he tries
but never says a thing,
waiting for happiness to be that "thing"
in his heart again.
                                               yours truly,
                                                                  . . .

Truth is it *****,
truth is its hard.
Never knowing if you going live through today or not.
Losing hope of mind,
losing friends one at a time.
Trying to stay strong
because you know how hard you work,
Trying to live good,
trying to be stress free;
trying to accept things and just let them be
but truth is its hard.
Truth is it's hard.
                                             yours truly,
                                                             . . .

Carry on,
just carry on.
No one pays attention so we all just carry on,
living in the stillness but we all just carry on.
No one changes, no one creates,
we all just carry on.
Carry on.
Get through it,
And try to carry on.
Don't just carry on.
                                                  yours truly,
                                                                    . . .