Its very hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone when your heart still does.

With my blood I wrote this poem, a tragic one, about you.

Akala mo di siya mawawala
Eto ngayon, umalis na siya
Akala mo maghihintay pa siya
Yun ang masakit, hindi na pala

Akala mo di ka mapapalitan
Ngayo'y may bagong nang kasiyahan
Akala mo ikaw pa rin ang mahal
Nagbabago pala habang tumatagal

Akala mo ganun pa rin
Hindi na pala, nagbago din
"Babalik pa ba o hindi?"
Alam mo naman sa sarili ****
*"Hindi"

He didn't meet many expectations
With the shell that he wore
Though the people gave nothing
They expected more

He'd stroll into town
With the clothes on his back
And the tools he would need
In an ancient, holey bag

He'd search out those
In need of repair
A leaky roof
Or a broken chair

This man seemed to know something
About every field
He'd smooth bumpy roads
Even doctored wounds 'til they healed

There was never a charge
For the service he rendered
One need only ask
And perhaps remember

If a stranger's in need
And passes your way
Just give him a hand
That's my pay

The more that he helped
The more tradesmen would fuss
This man's stealing the thunder
That belongs to us

So the tradesmen all gathered
And plotted and planned
The weapons they chose
Were not in their hands

They began to spread lies
This is our competitors' ruse
If he keeps freely working
Consider the business we'll lose

They convinced the masses
In spite of all he had done
This enemy among us
Is a dangerous one

So this strange humble servant
Who was mocked in the end
Had no one defend him
Not one single friend

If you'll lend me your ear
I'll return it with truth
The enemy among us
Is me and you