My heart floats around.
Try to listen but it doesn't make a sound.
Feel very softly and you won't feel it pound.
Hoping someday someone will fix it.
But then the next day I feel like shit.
I feel so sore.
That I don't even care if I die on the floor.
Trying to talk that girl from 7th grade.
But I guess she wants that memory to fade.
Now that you got here my last name is flores.
But I know that no one cares.
Now that I've talked about me say something about you.
Because you have seen my heart spewed...