Sabi nila sakin masama daw sayo ang sigarilyo,
Pero sumisindi parin ako kapag pagod at stressed na ako.
Natatawa na lang ako tuwing mag sisindi ako nang yosi.
Kasi ikaw ang naalala ko.

Natatawa na lang ako at napapngisi kapag nag yoyosi,
At iniisip ko sa sarili ko kung bakit nga ba kita naalala?
Sa tingin ko nakasama ka sakin kaya kita naalala..

For as long as I knew, Your face was etched in my head. Every detail, every ****** feature that made you so beautiful in my eyes. But lately as I tried to remember I can't seem to paint your face anymore. Its seems I've forgotten to paint your face

My coffee was getting cold as I waited for you to miss me while my cigarettes were running one after another trying to forget you

The idea of having you was beyond me,
But the idea that I will never have you devastated me.

I've been wandering for as long as I can remember.
I was just breathing my way through life, I wasn't really living it.
The days would pass as if it were nothing to me.
Just another cycle of the earthing spinning there's a start and an end.
Never have I looked forward to tomorrow cause I know it brings me nothing.
Never have I been so wrong before.

The moment that the days began to mean something to me,
It wasn't just empty anymore they were filled with
anticipation,excitement,eagerness and
I was looking forward for tomorrows now because now they mean something to me.
I was finally living my life and not just breathing it away.
It astounds me that certain events could've transpired into such meaningful moments.

How I wished it would've lasted until we got older.
But it seems that it doesn't work that way.
For a certain moment I thought everything was perfect, Too perfect.
It left me as fast as it came.
That brief moment of ecstasy was suddenly replaced by unwanted things.
I had you and yet I let you slip away. I never was good at holding on.

You came like a ship in the night and left like a vicious storm from the sea.

I like the rain and I know you do too. I can only hope that the coming storm is the kind of storm that we like. I like your thoughts, the way they shimmer in the light. and now I need you to know that when the sky is a mass of discontent, and when all of the lights go out, I just want you to feel something.

I expressed myself through words that I have spoked and have written.
But nobody can seem to understand what's hidden

They seem to care and love it.
But behind closed doors the shun and despise it.

Is there truly no one who'd appreciate the sincere work I've done.
Maybe somehow, someday that person might show up and make me forget the bad ones

How I wish they would all be like that...