Bakit 'di pa tanungin
ang aking ngala't numero
at 'di lang ang petsa't
anong sinabi ng ****?

Bakit 'di pa alamin
ang pintig ng puso kong
inip na inip
nang maghintay sa iyo?

Bakit hanggang tingin?
Bakit hanggang ngiti?
Aking pag-ibig,
sinta, batid
mo na ba rin?

Bakit umiiwas;
bakit natatahimik -
bakit sa tuwina'y
lagi kang walang imik?

Para kay seatmate
na 'di ako pansin.
'Di mabatid,
'di mabalingan ng tingin.

'Di mo ba alam na sa bawat
wanfort na ihinihingi
*ay naitatangay nang utay-utay
ang aking puso't damdamin?

I am not playing the game,
but I am indeed losing.

we know it is not right,
but we continue on doing it.
we know we can hurt,
but we never admit.
we know someone might fall in love,
but we have no intention to make them fall.
we know it is never easy to forgive,
but we do not know how to say sorry.
we know it is easy to say good bye,
but we know it is hard to do.
in every thing we do,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.

There would be one thing
That I would ask
If someone admits
That he truly loves me
"Are you afraid of heights?"

And if he answers
"I'm shy to admit but yes, I am afraid of heights. Why?"

I'll tell him
"Thank you,
Even if you are afraid of falling,
You never hesitate to fall for me.*"

Kailan ko ba maiintindihan
Na hindi mo na ako babalikan?
Wala na ang dating pagtingin
Ni isa man sa sandaling **dati'y atin