Maraming tanong sa isip ko
At isa na doon kung meron bang tayo
Ngunit hindi mo ako pinapansin
Katulad ng iyong emosyon, mahirap basahin

Ngayon ay umaasa parin ako
Sa sinabi nila na gusto mo daw ako?
Ako'y kinilig at napatalon sa sobrang saya
Pero hindi ko maiwasan na mag isip kung meron nga ba?

Hindi ko alam kung nalaman mo na
Na ako'y may lihim na pagkagusto, hindi ba halata?
Siguro sa sobrang pagka-manhid mo
Hindi mo alam na may umaasang tao sayo

Hindi ko alam kung anong iyong pahiwatig
Lalo na ang mga nakakalusaw **** titig
At sa tuwing ika'y napa-padaan
Hindi ko mapigilang humanga at ika'y pagmasdan

i found myself in the kitchen
needing a *** for boiling.
my wallet flat and credit maxed.
it didn't need to be new or shiny
because i am not new or shiny.
it didn't need to be expensive
or promise "perfect rice",
because i'm not expensive
and do not promise perfect rice.

i found it in a store where used things
end up for sale again.
where they sit in anticipation
to live another life,
to pass along stories they've come to know.
it was brown and tarnished
with some dents and a flimsy handle.
it looked perfect
and promised to boil rice.
not perfectly, but it would feed my belly
and tell me stories while i ate.

No matter heavy the world weighs,
I will carry it for you.