This path that I'm on,
this place in which I find myself,
new and all too familiar at once.
Bullets to my heart,
I wish they would just finish the job,
it would be so much easier that way.
Remove this leaden weight from my chest,
maybe one day I'll breath again,
falling hard again and again and again.
I can't stop it. Even if I want to.
It's there lodged inside of me,
a part of my self and my being.
Que es mi corazon,
y mi vida,
la razon y el problema en uno.
Que me causa tanto dolor,
y tanta belleza y felicidad
en la misma semana,
en el mismo dia,
en la misma hora,
en el mismo momento.
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