Oh how I thought
You, the man of my dreams...
My friend says that she wouldn't know how to pick...
says she cannot read me like I can read her. truth...
Did
you think...
I've been calling your name,
out in my dreams...
If I bury my poetry
underneath Manila skies...
My skin is beginning to rip,
my blood begins to drip...
The world is so small from here,
as i'm walking into my dreams...
I feel as if I have lived before,
Such an old soul inside this young body...
Just a fantasy
Planted in my head...
Yell at the top of your lungs,
Scream empty words my way...
My world is crumbling.
Brick by heavy brick it all starts to fall...
Another day alone,
so full of regret...