This is from Santana's point of view
Yes, I'm scared.
Yes. I'm weak.
Yes, I'm just a little girl.
But nobody sees it.
And I get lonely sometimes,
I have no one to talk to but you.
But, what am I supposed to do
when you're the subject?
Where am I supposed to go?
All I have is my reflection,
and all I see is rejection (shit that rhymes)
It's telling me to stop crying,
to build stronger walls,
to get you out of my life,
that I was okay before.
And you know what I did?
I screamed back!
I looked at myself in the eye
and I told her to shut the fuck up.
I shut myself up!
That's crazy!
But...
without her talking
I could hear your voice,
your sweet, innocent voice.
Always telling me how awesome I am,
that I should be honest with myself,
that i should be brave.
I can't.
Then it hit me.
Yes, I'm scared.
Yes, I'm weak.
But we...
We are brave.
We are strong
and if we are together
then hell yeah we can do it!
Because this love thing
isn't about being selfish
is about the both of us,
and you taught me that.
So we'll hold hands
until the end of times.
Hope you liked it!