I am tired and lost in my empty world
Looking for answers to my questions
Where do I belong?
Where do I go next?
What am I missing?
Am I in the wrong life?
Is it my hair, too short and too straight?
Is it my clothes, old fashion and black?
Is it my make up to cheap to mention?
Is it my name, too Mexican to pronounce?
Maybe is my skin color, too brown to stand?
Is it me that don’t get it?
I am lost in my empty space, looking for answers to spare
As I look around its dark inside
Should I scream to be heard?
Should I cry to wash away my pain?
I am lost in this world
I think and believe
I have dreams to live
So please let me be