Buhay, buhay ko ay simple lamang,
Ngunit noong ika'y dumating,
Pati halos lahat sa buhay ko'y nagbago na,
Patis oras binubuhos at binibigay para sa'yo,
Kahit pawis at pagod at duguan ang kahitnatnan ay ipinagpatuloy parin para lamang 'sayo.

Iba talaga pag mahal mo ang isang tao,
Halos lahat ng mga importanteng bagay ay balewala lang sa'yo;
para lang mapasaya mo ang isang tao.

Buhay ko ay naging masayahin, ngunit ito'y biglaan nang nabigo.

Nabigo ito dahil ikaw ay lumisan man lang ng biglaan at hindi nagpaalam,
Hindi ka nagpaalam dahil wala namang tayo,
At higit sa lahat,
I'm just a stranger on you.

Araw-araw nagtatanong sa sarili;
Sino ba ako para magmahal sa'yo?
May karapatan ba akong umagaw sa atens'yon mo?
Bakit ba ako ay nababaliw na sa'yo sobra?
Dahil ba sa'yong tunay na ganda?
Ganda na nakakaakit sa mata at hindi makapakali.

Subalit, bakit ba naman o kay lupit ng tadhana?
Na ipinagtagpo pa tayo,
Kung sa hulihan lang naman ay magsisisi at magdudurusa ng walang nakaka-alam.

Isa, dalawa, tatlo
Nakabilang na ako ng tatlo
Ngunit nakatago pa rin ang feelings ko sa'yo

Apat, lima, anim
Kahit anim na ang nabilang ko
Kailangan ko paring itago ito
Upang ako ay hindi pagtatawanan mo

Pito, walo, siyam
Pang siyam na ito
Ngunit ako ay nagduduwag paring umamin sa'yo

Sampu
Ito ay pang hulihan ko nang bilang
Dahil nag-aaksaya lang naman ako ng oras
Nag-aaksaya ng oras sa bagay na ito
Sa bagay na hindi mo naman kayang pagbigyan
Kasi dahil sa hulihan, kaibigan lang naman tayo;
ay wala palang tayo.

One person can not become
                                                        a  poet,                  
                         if he will hurt
                the woman's heart
                                                       and              
                     only do writes
                                   a poem.

Loving you was my biggest regret,
Knowing that you weren't even concrete,
Even though that I already knew, I bet.
But I am still thinking about you over and over even if it means death.

The fragments of our love and trust,
Has been already turned into a lust,
Lust that made you find another, how unjust,
But ****, hope sooner it will last.

However, you made me feel what is right,
That next time when I love I should choose which is even right to fight,
And I should not let go but hold so tight,
To the someone I really love and so that she will not leave me in a despair yet lonely night.

What will become of our Society?
Poor people die in hunger and thirstiness,
Corruption, Rally, Political Issues, etc. are always there,
Our world is full of miseries and nightmare.

Our world in its 21st century is quickly-evolving,
High-precise technologies, lots of concrete, improved skywalks and tall buildings,
But homeless people are dying of hunger,
They famished already yet government just don't care.

Poor people received hunger, diseases, illnesses and unforgivable yet unacceptable deaths of every year,
But we don't know what others there might can't bear,
Of what this country-- the world government gave,
Improper allocation of resources, corruption, unequal distribution of income that we can't evade.

Wishing yet continuously suffering,
Of this kind of nightmare we are having,
But hoping someday this will be cured,
So none of the poor people will suffer anymore.

Every each day and night,
I always struggle myself to fight,
Even in school there's a bitter neither a good life,
But I always got a good friends for me to get hype.

However, not just in school bad things happened,
Even in home my parents always differ,
Which is what and why I can't even comprehend,
Though I get myself always in a corner.

It's just way too exhausting,
I am always weeping but wooing,
Wooing but sometimes went astray,
And I just can't get away.

Sometimes my parents give me more worries,
Despite of encouraging which is one of their responsibilities,
But what should I do?
Should I just slay myself in a meaningless way or pursue?