What are best friends?
Are they always there for you?
Do they keep your secrets?
Do they hide from you?
Do they stay sa pamamagitan ng your side?
Or do they trash you to your enemies?
Do they comfort you in tough times?
Or do they make fun of you?
I don't know what a best friend is
because I thought I had one
But, It turns out
She makes me feel like a fool.
I defended her in school
When everyone else made fun.
I hung out with her.
Even if it meant not being cool.
After everything I do
She ends up taking advantage of me.
Now, she barely confides in me
Or even consider me a best friend.
She has kicked me out of her life.
Now I'm just another person that goes
to school with her.
She is liked at school now,
With mga kaibigan galore,
But, she has kicked out the one,
That loved her for her.
So, tell me,
Is this what "Best Friends" do?
I would rather not have one,
I wouldn't want to hurt you.
Are they always there for you?
Do they keep your secrets?
Do they hide from you?
Do they stay sa pamamagitan ng your side?
Or do they trash you to your enemies?
Do they comfort you in tough times?
Or do they make fun of you?
I don't know what a best friend is
because I thought I had one
But, It turns out
She makes me feel like a fool.
I defended her in school
When everyone else made fun.
I hung out with her.
Even if it meant not being cool.
After everything I do
She ends up taking advantage of me.
Now, she barely confides in me
Or even consider me a best friend.
She has kicked me out of her life.
Now I'm just another person that goes
to school with her.
She is liked at school now,
With mga kaibigan galore,
But, she has kicked out the one,
That loved her for her.
So, tell me,
Is this what "Best Friends" do?
I would rather not have one,
I wouldn't want to hurt you.
What is the pain we enflict on each other
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the pag-ibig that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned madami than excepted?
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the pag-ibig that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned madami than excepted?
I sit in the darkness as I stare up at the moon above me. I hear your voice and know I will be okay. Even if you are dead and gone you are always with me. When I cry you are with me. When I laugh you are with me. When I dream you are with me. When I can't find you I get scared. But moments later you there to hold my hand. Only I can see you. Your body may not be here but your spirit is with me. It feels as if you have never gone. Now I feel much better because I know now you can never be taken away from me again. I may die someday but don't worry because you are with me.
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I pag-ibig you"
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I pag-ibig you"
Your words may stay trapped
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as you simmer and cook.
You give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
you will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
You are trapped,
you are your own
enemy; your own life
you have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now you may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as you simmer and cook.
You give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
you will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
You are trapped,
you are your own
enemy; your own life
you have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now you may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.