Thousands of thoughts popping like notifications,
Billions of possibilities have inflicted unanswered discourse.
Every thought can make you a madman with no hope,
As you keep guessing things that are unsure.

Signs of indirect statements telling you to go,
But a heart hopes telling the mind to fight,
Maybe someday a love you desired,
Can be fulfilled in its right time.

In limitless thoughts you were a reality,
But in countless ways you were an imagination.
If every words were clear like diamonds,
Then I can say my farewells with a heavy yet with understanding heart.

Every second and minute of an hour,
Flashes of memory are like dewdrops,
It begins with pieces 'till you dig deeper,
Until you lose yourself again.

Tears are streaming in your cheeks,
As every beat of your heart is pounding,
Pounding with distress and confusion,
As it's left with a question of why and how.

If fate permits, I want to hear your voice,
Telling me to go and to never hold you.
My mind and soul hopes for you,
Even your tongue is twisted with a promise unsure.

Young love has always been mesmerizing,
It gives you the chill and anonymous feeling,
Exciting, overwhelming, and a twisted little dream,
It has always felt right and wanting.

Yet, to love young is to risk a little,
To gamble little feelings 'till it blossoms like a flower,
And you fell for the sweetest music you could hear,
Making you feel loved yet his lying in the air.

It will always be a mark of your quondam,
It may hurt a little or a little bit bigger,
But trust me, it will pass like a rainy day,
And someday it will light up your day.

Remember that your quondam will make you stronger,
Not now but sooner or later,
Trust in the process 'till the brittle memories vanish
Like the love you thought to be tender.

Una **** minahal, una **** pinahalagan,
Una **** nakarelasyon, pero una kang pinalitan.
Pinakaunang nangako na walang iwanan,
Pero parang politiko, pangako'y biglang napako.

Mahirap kalimutan sapagkat parte ng nakaraan,
Mahirap burahin, 'di katulad ng mga sulat sa blackboard,
Na pwedeng palitan at baguhin gamit ang chalk at eraser,
Kasi parang tinik, bumabaon kahit memorya nalang ang kahapon.

Kay sakit isipin na yung taong nangako, yung taong minamal mo ng totoo,
Yung taong akala **** hindi ka sasaktan, at yung taong handa kang ipaglaban,
Yung taong akala **** mananatili ng walang hanggan,
Ay estranghero at alaala na lamang,

Bawat segundo, minuto, buwan at taon,
Lahat ng ito ay  lumilipas at nagbabago,
Lahat ay napapalitan ng 'di inaasahan,
Walang permanente sa mundo kaya oras pahalagahan ng husto.

Hanggang buhay ka pa, mahalin mo ang mga magulang mo,
Habang nakakangiti ka pa, ngumiti ka at tumawa,
Habang nakakalakad ka pa, tumakbo ka't gumala,
Habang nakakarinig ka pa, pakinggan mo ang huni ng ibo't likha ng Diyos.

Habang malakas ka pa, tumulong ka sa kapwa mo,
Habang bata ka pa, magsaya ka kasama ang tropa mo,
Habang kaya mo pa, gawin mo ang lahat ng gusto mo,
Kasi maaaring isang-araw, wala na ang mga ito.

Pahalagahan mo at mahalin mo ang nasayo,
Huwag lumimo't bagkus magpasalamat sa Maykapal,
Ang buhay natin ay hiram lamang,
Kung kaya't bawat oras 'wag sayangin bagkus pahalagahan.

Sa dinami-rami ng taong makikilala mo,
Doon ka pa nahulog sa taong hindi ka gusto,
Sa taong akala mo ay totoo,
Sa taong nangakong pag-ibig ay 'di magbabago,
Sa taong nangakong walang iwanan,
pero bigla na lang naglaho't lumisan.

Sa bawat araw na nagdaan, siya ay napapanaginipan,
Sa bawat segundo't minutong lumilipas, hinihiling na sana siya ay makapiling,
Sa bawat oras na 'di palagian , siya  ang gustong makasama,
Ngunit huli na, kasi masaya na siya sa iba.

Para sa taong nang-iwan, sana masaya ka,
Na kahit gaano kasakit,
Mas pipiliin ko pa rin na makita ang iyong mga ngiti,
Ngiting siya ang dahilan at hindi ako.

A maiden so pure and genuine,
Looking straight at the darkest part of the well,
The moon and the stars somber brightly,
Even it lit the cheerless and melancholic nightfall.

Standing still and a heart running in race,
Hugging an image of the quondam aficionado,
'Till tears streaming in her eyes,
As she remembers the old good times.

Whether she open and close her eyes,
The man in her dreams is seen in a distant,
Making a short return of how his smiles and look
Can melt her fragile heart.

The look that flatters her heart,
Those eyes so gentle and true,
The curve of his lips and the teeth that show,
Makes her cry in despair.

The stares that makes the world stop,
Left a mark in her deeply broken heart,
The stares that made her love him deeply,
She wish you'd look at her like you used to be.