I’m slowly turnimg invisible.
Starring Robert Powell. Ilang oras ko lang dinownload, pero mukhang aabutin pa kami ng bukas panuorin. Ang habaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Okay, I need this.
Why do we CELEBRATE, and are even proud of when the very first Christians betrayed Jesus when Be needed them to have faith in Him and believe in Him the most? Also, what’s with all these vacations using the holy week as a reason?
I create personalities
devising on introducing identities
into people’s minds
creating different impressions
and leading conclusions
humoring a publicity of a figure
that life is nothing but a picture
and the truth is just an imagination
and everything is just what people know
I scare some away
comfort a number
inspire a handful
and in some thought,
they know me as how they see me
but never as I am
but behind everything,
the real secret,
in spite of truths and lies,
is that no one actually knew me
not even myself
we’ll just let it easy..
feed on things
of the predicament of being here
that’s just how things are,
and there’s actually no trouble,
and yet there is..
I wake up with morning stars from the twinkle of last night’s tears
that in each morning, I just don’t even know what to think
on have I been a failure, or you’re really just stupid
but either of the two, in each heartbeat, the call is still that you left me
The hands of regret are shaking me ‘til my nerves go numb
and the waves truth are slapping me right on my face.. but I still won’t wake up
Is it me who let you go, or is it you who left me?
Hah! Why am I even asking?
In every angle, I’m still the loser here
That either if I talk to you or not, be with you or not, smile with you or not, you’re still not mine
And holding your hand will be like a job, like a bellboy reaching for your luggage to fit with the tip that you’ll give
And it will be living in a pattern
Of telling you I’ll be here, happy for you— but I am not happy
And the smiles are pieces of paper with written actions to show in a play
I keep thinking that bitterness should be like coffee,
In each sip, with warmth and flavor, I will awake,
But unlike coffee, the bitterness of alcohol makes me intoxicated
With the thoughts of you, and I fall in false hopes,
Hence, I know that I should forget you
I focused too much on time— that it repeats twice a day
But unlike time, the dates will never be the same because of one digit,
And I will remember, but it will never be the same again.
Kailangan ko pa bang palitan yung blog title ko ng “MAY NAGDEACT NG ACCOUNT KONG HINDI KO KILALA”
Tapos description “P.S. Hindi din siya nagpaalam”