It will be two years now, my little baby blue
I wish it was just a week like they promised to split us two
Sometimes I feel like my heart's been missing you
A single touch makes me weak like a flu
When I had to make these eyes see
I wish I can watch that smile bleed through your cheeks
And when I had to smell the cigarette pot below my bed
I wish I can draw my face close to your neck
But the strawberry still lingers in my lips
Wish through the spinning ceiling, it could be your kiss
When I touch my pillows and trace the hems of my trousers
Wish I could trace your fingers instead
Sorry I didn't kiss you
If I did maybe I won't lose you
But lately my heart has been blue
A single touch makes me weak like a flu
Flu,
the films.
BINABASA MO ANG
A Thousand Strings Inside
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