algo mío

I've always been pretty demanding
Of everything I say, what will people think?
It’s always hurt to see myself on screen
And everything I do feels like shrapnel

I keep lavender and cotton in a drawer
To have something of mine in my hands
And I, who never look for myself
Want to be able to see myself through their eyes

Stop all this boldness
Get out of my head
No more crossing my fingers
Betting on every piece, every part
And get out of the weeds
Put my whole self in
Without fear of them seeing
What I see

I know I look so destructive
I touch every crack
Push until it hurts
I was born a coward, yet daring
My shell is so fake

I keep lavender and cotton in a drawer
To have something of mine in my hands
And I, who never look for myself
Want to be able to see myself through their eyes

Stop all this boldness
Get out of my head
No more crossing my fingers
Betting on every piece, every part
And get out of the weeds
Put my whole self in
Without fear of them seeing
What I see

To have something of mine in my hands
Something of mine