iyakan
tampuhan
di mo namamalayan nababaliw ka ng onti
nawawala ka sa sarili mo
and then everything snaps
or more specifically, that red colored ribbon you thought could hold on a little much longer
a.nd then we all move on
move on from our past selves
we find new pots of gold
and once we all get thrown back to the hurtful past
the cycle repeats
and repeats
until you can no longer bear it
you're slowly dying inside
you feel like you're turning inside out
like the whole world is turning it's back against you
and then suddenly
nothing
pitch black
you have no one to put your head on anymore
you have no one to believe because of the "cycle"
it repeats
it always repeats
you stand up from the remains of the one you fell for
you walk, disoriented
trying to get your bearings
but then
suddenly
you get dragged back down
like a tsunami fighting you
you reach the bottom
the strike hurts you more than the blade of a sword
you can't get up
there's a spear on your chest
you fell for him, pero nasaktan ka in the process
