This is my life here in Cebu.. how ridiculous…

Every time I step out the front door, I am like a ghost going into the fog… where no one notices the contrast of white on white … and in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of us… and of the crumbling difference between wrong and right, its like walking on the air between the rain through myself and then back again…

Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying…
Why? that I don’t want to know… but I know… I just don’t want to…

Round here were carving out our names… round here we all look the same…
round here we talk just like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs…
round here shes now slipping through my hand, I know she’s still confused about the things that had happened… and now I can’t quite make her understand… I just can’t

I got plans for us, you know.. how come u fail to understand that…

Round here shes always on my mind… I tell you… round here hey man me got lots of time..
round here were never sent to bed early… yes that’s a fact.
and nobody makes us wait, round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I cant see nothing, nothing round here… cause you’re not around…
Catch me please because I am falling down so fast….

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