Pumatak na ang ulan, Tumunog na ang kampana. Sa hindi maipaliwanag na dahilan, Sa gitna ng mga maninimba Tumigil ang oras saiyong mga mata. Hindi ko naman akalain na sa dinami-rami ng lugar na pwede kang makita, sa Plaza Miranda lang pala?
When you have those kind of feelings like you wanna peel your skin and rip your heart. You just want to be transparent and naked but it's really difficult. You want to look straight on their eyes. You want to be an open book and let them read your soul. You want to speak without trembling and pausing voice. You want to cry out all your tears. You want to laugh so hard until your stomach hurts. You want to feel alive. You want to live. Live in honesty. But you can't. Because you have guilt. You made wrong choices. You are insensitive and indecisive. You are selfish. You are heartless.
I can see weapons in your eyes You wish to cut so many ties I must tell you so many times To stop with all of your white lies That you tend to internalise Take a moment to realise That this isn't change but surprise And yet you still reach for the knives