What a happy life do I fold,
When evil's in,
Something's untold.
A reluctant life I had today,
Do you need me for something,
Before I say, before I fade away.
Hearts thy ache,
When stricken thy hard,
But sometimes thy break.
Am I a musician or an artist?
Does that matter anymore?
Or nothing much more worsted than a beast?
Forgiveness that I need,
Does it matter right now?
Just as I need to heed.
Is it family makes me stronger?
Or the girl whom I loved?
Does she even make me prouder?
Touch me not, you think,
But I hope in the end,
Time shall stop, with an endless blink.
Promises they keep,
The Pear of the Orient, will I see,
The jeepney shall not take a beep.
They keep on lying,
Shall I trust them or not,
I see, that I may keep on sinking.
Precious gifts that I gave,
Should I have driven?
But at least, I'm not a grave.
There's a ghost inside me,
That was freed,
I think of that, it cured me free.
From the very beginning,
Know who you really are,
It matters to figure out, until the ending.