I still you as the last page
The previous chapter
Even after...

I still go back to read it
Maybe its because its Christmas
Maybe because its the Philippines

But each time i recall
The more faster i forget
I keep rereading, i just keep forgetting  

I don't know why i brought it up
Maybe this will be the last melancholy song
My broken heart will be able to play

Each word a note
Each sentence a string of notes
Strung to form a melody; A joyful sad one

It's Christmas and the Philippines
Love fills the air, its infectious
Saddening as its uplifting