The times when you know which elevator will open,
The moment you can guess what's inside the box
And those days when you know what color he will wear.
Some amusing talent of sort.
You also wish you can read his mind
Or feel what is in his heart
But all you are left with is mist.
So you chose to tap the shadows
Embrace the darkness within.
For a moment you don't feel powerless.
Tempt all danger and pleasures hidden away.
And then let it leave you sore and numb
So you won't wait for the morning
And sleep off all those cravings to know him.

Torn between the need to commmunicate and the need to hide;
The desire to go on and the desire to forget.
Yet I search for you in other people's skin.
Piercing every kiss,
Dismantling every touch.
And if they only read me, they'll find you printed all over me and under me.

Goodbye Mr.Grey
It's the end of your day.
Even this ice cream can't console me
I want to go where you'll be.
It reminds me of cotton clouds and you.
I look at the flavor and it says Tiramisu.
I know it means "Pick me up."
But for me it sounded more like "I miss you."
**** the heart so into you.
It just won't give up.

I just make excuses sometimes
To have the chance to let it be known  what you meant.
But you outsmart me with a better excuse.
You might have no idea or care to what length I go through
Or how you fill my sleeping and waking hours.
Whatever the case it does not seem to matter now.
And maybe I should not even feel this way.
However, no reason can outweigh what I feel now
For it is weighing me down.

I want to smile again because of you,
Just a little more please.
How I wish we can wear a scar when we're happy
Like when we get wounded.
Happiness is a fragile thing
We need a reminder that we once were.
And I wish I could wear my heart on my sleeve
To let you know I love you
So I don't have to make excuses.
If only I can change my colors
And let you know it is true.
In a world afraid of shadows
Maybe we can appreciate our real shade.

Sleepless afternoon in Manila
Staring at this metallic blue sky
Enduring this crazy heat
Thinking of you and you.
One has gone to dreamland
While the other lost in his books.
Right now I can't follow either one
I'm pinned down here
But my thoughts are wandering
And I can't find where my heart ends and begins.

My hands are cold,
They were made to be held by yours.
My body is warm,
It was made to lit yours.
Your eyes are clear
They were made to make things perfect.
My eyes are misty
They were made to see the good in you.
Right now I don't want to care about the world.
I only want to care for you.
But I find myself alone here,
Yet neither one of us asked for this.
I only know that above all things I hoped for
I actually wished for someone like you