A mí también me gusta jugar al borracho en la playa.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind wanting to start again? Do you ever feel so paper thin like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? 6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing. Do you know that there’s still a chance for you. ‘Cause there’s a spark in you. You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine. Just own the night like the 4th of July. ‘Cause baby you’re a firework. Come on, show ‘em what you’re worth. Make ‘em go as you shoot across the sky.

Baby, you’re a firework. Come on, let your colors burst. Make ‘em go. You’re gonna leave ‘em falling down. You don’t have to feel like a waste of space. You’re original, cannot be replaced. If you only knew what the future holds after a hurricane comes a rainbow. Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow and when it’s time, you’ll know.