My Heart Burns.

My body,
she's willing,
but
mi corazon arde.
Stopping my heart
so much,
its hard to
come back
from it
Wouldn't it be nice
if I could
talk
to somebody?
And wouldn't it be
nice
if I could try to
reach out
to
my friends?
Its the end,
its the end
of the
old ways.
The way that things
have happened,
makes it hard
to
express
things.
Don't point
your fucking finger,
when there's
four more
you blame with
Do yourself a favor
and leave with whoever
you
fucking
came with.

I'm having
trouble
dealing with
things.
Because its
hard
for me
to
explain
That I
haven't been
here
in a
thousand days.
I don't think
I've ever shown
my face.
Something's changed.

I wanna
blame it on
how I was
raised.
But
thats just
weakness
Thats just
swallowing pain.
I know I carry
a lot
of the
blame.
I let it
pick me apart
every single
day.

So can we
not
and
say
that we did?
Can we
move on?
I'm so over it.
Can we
move on?
I hate
fucking
feeling like this.
I have a
feeling
that this is
probably
it.

My body,
she's willing
but
mi corazon arde.
Stopping my heart
so much.
It's hard
to
come back
from
it.
Wouldn't it be
nice
if I could
talk
to somebody?
Wouldnt it be
nice
if I could
try to
reach out
to my
fucking
friends?