Like a circle trying to fit into a square
My two cultures like to change shape

And I
The neverending shape shifter
Somehow always chose the wrong one to take

How funny it can all be boiled down
And my emotions always be explained

By a nursery rhyme of the country I am from
But can not call home

/
Nadie me quiere
Todos me odian
Mejor me como un gusanito

Le cotro la cabeza
Le chupo las tripitas

Mmm
Que rico gusanito
/

And to love the soil
And to love those worms

But still be inclined
To swallow them whole