Played

Well, truth is, I got screwed over.
I got played in a bitter sweet way.

To be honest, never thought it would happen to me
At least not that bluntly and soon like it did.
That phone call really hurt deep
It hurt my pride, but it won't take my sleep.

but who expects that type of call
when washing dishes, you know?
at least not me.
but Karma is my bitch.

I saw the unknown number, and the ringtone was off
I knew right away something was up
I answered it and right from his tone
I knew that the first date was all a set up

I should not trust people so easily
Sweet faces and soft voices does not mean sincerity
So naive and gullible I can be
silly me, thinking she liked me.

We Fake as Shit

Everything is so fake
Everyone is so fake
Even those who try
They can try to be okay
But not for a whole day
oh, no sir.
You don't get to be okay
for a whole day.

I keep saying the same over and over
I keep wishing everything was over
Because i'm exhausted and defeated
But I just keep repeating it

What's the point of trying so hard
What's the point of taking everything in
And not letting anything out
What's the point of being nice to everyone
What's the point of making everyone believe I care
What's the point of being fake
Why are we fake
Why can't humans say what they think
Why do we look down upon those who are blunt and bold
Why do we criticize each other
Why do we hate each other
Why are we so disgusting.

And there I was

And there I was thinking that you would care.
And there I was thinking that this time would last
And there I was thinking everything was going well.
And there I was thinking talking was the solution
And there I was thinking that you would want to hear
And there I was thinking that you would want to talk
And there I was thinking that you would say I love you
And there I was thinking that crying would help
And there I was thinking that you would ask me to stay
And there I was watching you drive away
And there I was driving to nowhere
And there I was.
There I was being wrong all over again.

No Basta -Español

No basta. 

No basta con los mensajes de texto 

No basta con un beso cada vez que nos vemos

No basta con una rutina

No basta con las salidas. 

Nada de esto hace una relacion. 

Nada de esto lleva a la felicidad.

Todo termina con una explosion

Destruyendo todo su potencial.

De nuevo aca estoy, con el mismo dilema otra vez. 

Quien soy, de donde vengo y a donde voy. 

Quizas nunca lo descubra

Quizas muera con mis dudas

Nadie sabe a la final

Apesar de que todos vamos al mismo lugar.

Algunos prefieren ser comida para gusanos

Otros prefieren solo ser pulvirizados

A mi no me importa, mientras que ya no este a tu lado.