Tick tock, tick tock
It's the sound of my very own clock
Memories of yesterday
They all started to fade away.
I wish I could turn back the time,
When we all ate at the Rosemary's and Thyme
As I grew older, I began to wonder,
Why people gets tired and choose to surrender.
Despise all this chaos, lies an art,
That brings havoc to everyones heart
I asked "Why?"
Instead of laughting, all I do is cry.
I learned to disguise my tears,
And to hide my fears,
I need to survive
In order for me to be alive.
BINABASA MO ANG
Series of Feelings
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