These tears of mine
I hate them badly,
when are coming dancing.
All the way
down in my face,
just to manipulate,
as a pretty girl
who wants a Barbie
that nobody sells.
Let me speak clearly!
Don't play with them.
Oh please! Get some mercy!
Just let me be myself.
You want to be free,
I want to be the same!
But yours and my freedom
are so different that scare.
I want the good for both.
You want the same for me.
Let them see my face
with the color black
staring at them.
Don't be a bomb of time,
That miserable makes me feel.
You make feel alive.
As no one makes me has,
but understand I want to fight!
And you can't change that.
I want to tell them
how I feel
without having you
screaming out of my face.
BUT YOU! You...!
You think you wear heels,
that no one will tell you "stop."
But how do you think I feel
having you sinking me like a rock?
We both want to be happy!
Is not like it's wrong,
but yours and my way to be happy
are to far to be done.