Aveces

Aveces
Sometimes
I confuse myself sometimes
That kinda thing pisses me off
I never know what's going on
Sporadic thoughts just embrace my head
I get lost when I think ahead
I don't know what the future holds
What does that even mean?
Am I supposed to know?
Sporadic thoughts triggering this lead
I don't know what I'm writing
I just hold the pen
Sometimes I chew on the cap
Sometimes I go tap! tap!
Sometimes I drop the pen or pencil
Sometimes I drop a thought on a piece of paper
And forget it's there
When I pick it up, I shed a tear
Aveces, yo siento frio
Is it just me, or is it cold in here?
I'm not cold, I'm hot
I'm not old, I'm a tot
I wanna save the world from self-destruction
But too many people are subconsciously suicidal
"I f*cking hate my life"
A pen and paper can't save lives.
Well, maybe it can
At least...this one time.