Nakatunganga ako. Iniisip ang bawat pinoproblema.
Sa mga ulap at langit nakatingin nang,
“And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies” may kumanta
“When everything feels like the movies” otomatika akong lumingon sakanya
“Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive” may mga tao sa paligid nya
“… And I don't want the world to see me” Nakita nya ako,
“'Cause I don't think that they'd understand” nakita nya akong nakatingin sakanya.
“When everything's made to be broken” umiwas na sya ng tingin, Pero bumalik din.
“I just want you to know who I am” tumalikod ako. At nagpatuloy sa paglakad palayo do‘n.
Sino ‘yon? ‘di ‘ko namalayan nakangiti na ako. “maganda lang boses no‘ng lalake..”
“Sinong lalake?”
“Ay!” I held my chest, huminga ng malalim “ito naman nanggugulat.”
“haa? Ginulat ba kita?”
“Basta. Tara na, Marion talaga” Nauna na ako, sumunod naman sya
“Sino ‘yong ano ha”
“ano, ganto kasi”
(~… And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am~)
Sino kaya sya? Parehas kaya kaming broken.
Hindi sa love Pero kahit, ibang bagay.
