Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside

Tingin, tingin,
sa akin
mahal.
Hindi mo ba
tanaw?
Pagibig na
nagkukubli
sa lilim ng aking
mga mata?

Tingin, tingin,
puso,
magtigil!
Kinig, kinig,
o aking paraluman.
Hindi
mo ba kuliglig
ang tibok sa
aking dibdib?

Tingin, tingin,
hanggang tingin na lamang
ba?
Hanggang kumusta't
paalam na lang ba
ang itutura't
lalabas
mula sa 'yong labing
nais kong hagkan?

Tingin, tingin,
mahal,
ako'y
tingnan.
Pagmamahal ko'y
'di ba aninag?
Tingin, tingin,
paano nga ba?
Ngayo't puso mo'y tila
laan na para
sa iba?

I'm thinking again
Feeling again
Thinking too much
Feeling too much

I feel like a storm,
A hurricane,
My mind is...
Collapsing

I don't understand
But in the end,
I never have
I never will

I'm just trying to understand
Something my eyes see
That my heart doesn't
A new story,
My mind is making,
To make sense of it all

Puso'y nakalaya na
Sa mahabang panahong
Pagkakabaon sa lungot at paghihintay
Sa piling mo.

Isang matamis na paalam
Ang sasambitin ko
Para sayo

Nawa'y maging masaya
Ating mga puso
Dahil alam kong
Mas may nararapat para sa'yo

When I tried to tell someone how I felt
How I felt like a failure
How I didn't have a will to live
How I looked to the future,
And only saw pain

They said,
"You don't look that sad,
And anyway,
You're young.
You're probably exaggerating.
A young, healthy person,
Would not feel like that."

I know I don't look sad
I practice every day
So no one sees my pain

I know I am young
At least in years
But I have seen and felt
So much
In the short time I have been here

I know this.
But I am not okay.
I am not young.
And I am not healthy.

My heart, soul, and mind have aged
Far beyond my years

And I am not healthy
I have not eaten in days
3 or 4 I think
I did not sleep last night
And got less than an hour the two nights before
I slice my own skin open
To bleed the bad things out
And my mind has put me
On the verge of death
And taking my own life

Do you think that is healthy?

As for me being okay...
I think my tears and blood
Can speak for themselves