Thankful

I wish I could be thankful

But you made it so hard for me

How could I thank someone

Who puts their life in danger

Choosingly, and repeatedly

And blames it on me?

I never asked for any of this

You chose for yourself

And for me

You chose for us both

To die.

Bees can fly

Don't tell my mom, 

but my bee is dirty.

Don't tell my friends, 

but my bee is dirty. 

You don't need to tell, 

hide it from your pals,

You don't need to shout out 

"her bee is dirty!"

Don't tell your stepdad, 

much less his daughter

You don't need to bother

About whose bee's dirty

Please, don't tell your wife,

Your shrink or some guy

Delete it from your drive

If you wrote about it.

Keep it safe and sound,

Never talk about,

Don't ever confess

About it being dirty.

Take it to the ground,

When they cry around,

And never recall

You forgot about it.

As for me, I won't 

Ever tell someone

Not even myself

But my bee is dirty.

Para Você

Sei que estou louca

Quando me pergunto

Quem eu gostaria de ser

Se fosse para você

E como eu nunca vou te conhecer

Quem eu gostaria de ser

Se fosse para mim