ipakita your face Don’t hide Take off the mask now Underneath is a deep dark secret Take me for a ride Upon your white horse Take your love ‘Cause I don’t want to keep it I am out of place And honey you are out of time I’d tell your fortune But the words don’t rhyme
Chorus: I’m not your chambermaid You’re not my lord All the fine games we played Have left me bored I never want to see you come around my castle ‘Cause I just can’t afford to pag-ibig you I’m not your chambermaid You’re not my lord
Tell me what I have to do to make you Understand it’s a Nawawala cause lover Tell me while you’re at it how...
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.
Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.