There, standing,
in front of his canvass rested on it's easel...
March 13, 2008.
look at what you've done to you...
Is it possible to feel this pain
is it possible to be drowning in the rain...
Will you take my picture?
Will you take my side...
As i watch the blood seep down
thoughts cross my mind...
You may hate
everything about me...
I deeply know that your my only elder sister that...
You told mum no we don't want this...
When are you gonna realize I'm here
Without trying to mold me into something I'm not...
Eres mi todo
sangre de mi sangre...
What was my brother thinking.
Dying his hair electric blue...
Is it just a waste of time
to call you on the phone...
Dear Daddy,
Where are you right now...