what does this all mean Paloma?
The burn in my chest and the thoughts in my head
What do I do with all these Paloma?
Do I surrender to it or do I stand up and fight
I think I hate the world Paloma
It has made mine a curse what others feel blessed with
What’s wrong with the world Paloma?
Am I the only stupid one or do others hide what they feel
I wish I could say I am unaffected by all this
But I stink of a scorched heart and a mind at rest I miss
Sometimes it’s hard to say the words that torture me
Because there are emotions of the heart your pen and tongue can’t express
So what do I do Paloma?
Do I pretend it’s not there or run around with my mind naked?