I guess I'm scared
because of that dream, I can't explain.
"what if"s come through, running
running, running, running
as if they're about to flow beyond my thinking capacity
"what if you leave?"
"what if you are making your choice right now,
thinking what to say to not make me feel alone"
"what if,
I'm the only one making this work"
what if...

sumabay sa pag-agos, ang sabi ng iba
mas hindi ka raw mapapagod, ang sabi ng iba
mas madaling gumaya sa ginagawa nila, ang sabi ng iba
pero bakit ganoon

sinubukan kong sumabay sa agos
sinubukan kong gumaya sa ginagawa nila
pero bakit tila mas napagod pa ako?

iilan lang kaming nagtatanong
iilan lang kaming pilit kumakawala
sa kung anong agos na sinusundan nila.

Ever feel like overthinking a lot of things?
Like at the end of the day,
You'll feel like, you're not for each other.

They can make her happy, but not quite.

There are different reasons why you write.
You write because...
...you're happy?
you're sad?
you're delighted?
you're mourning?
keeping a secret?
But whichever reason you have,
you still write what's inside.
What other people can't see,
can't decipher beneath the words you speak,
can't understand the emotions flowing
through the sentences you can't speak out loud.
You write, pouring the feelings you can't let out,
you write. using the words you once thought can't explain what you feel.
You write, thinking that someone out there can finally discern what you're hiding inside.