Asking for help
Wasn't my thing...

A young man was aimlessly walking down the road,
With a bottle on hand and a look not so good...

Different birds were on the branches,
Every tree in their path is lined up...

Last candle light
He slowly pushed open the wooden door...

The sun was waving goodbye before his sight.
There he was, alone sitting without feeling tense...

It's true, he won.
It's over, she's happy so...

May is celebrated again in Malabon,
were the infamous Bayluhan is on...

Look not into her eyes with longing.
Still, he listened to nothing...

Miss Delilah was our neighbor.
Since kinder, she's been living next door...

I am watching you
while you wait for your bus ride...

Only in the woods.
you can hear disembodied...

Alas, she fell for
the man of many lover...