fucked up just like a piñata
on the floor and feeling nada
beaten hasta ensenada
es la forma en que me tratan,
newspaper, string and wrapped candy
sheets of multi-colored fancy,
paste, im waste-ing while youre aiming
everything you have against me.
over your eyes, a bandana
blinding all of you from ganas
set me free quiero estar sana
hasta que me lleguen canas
knowing that soon youd all break me
into pieces for your taking
my insides feel rough and hollow
and now im just full of sorrow
take your piece, im breaking, im breaking like a piñata
in the wrong place, at the wrong time
tell my friend while on the rope line,
its your astrological sign,
she says we self-destruct in slow time
but, im just entertainment at a party
when the kids are feeling naughty
y ahora necesito que me salven o me quito
once you had me hung up nice and pretty
with décor of paste and frilly
(and) now i have become the pain of you looking for treasure
theres no pleasure in the shit you bit
and i will be saved from the hit
porque ahora yo quiero vivir
take your piece, im breaking, im breaking like a piñata

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