I called to greet him "happy birthday..."
Sh*t...he answered me, "thanks switty."
I dunno what to feel or even say.
Indeed, I accept that it simply goes on that way.
I can't take the bitterness I feel whenever reality disturbs my insanity.
My heart beats like drum, faster and louder,
every time I heard his sweet voice.
How I long to hear it every now and then.
How my heart would stop craving in bringing back our lost love?
How I wish I could free myself from those endless romantic memories
together with the man I used to love and admire,
when I don't want to leave them behind, rather I plan to keep it forever.
How could I ever learn to forget our past
when there lies the reason why I can only like most men
and never love them at all.
this birthday boy can never be replaced,
never he will be, as I plan my tomorrow.
Sh*t...he answered me, "thanks switty."
I dunno what to feel or even say.
Indeed, I accept that it simply goes on that way.
I can't take the bitterness I feel whenever reality disturbs my insanity.
My heart beats like drum, faster and louder,
every time I heard his sweet voice.
How I long to hear it every now and then.
How my heart would stop craving in bringing back our lost love?
How I wish I could free myself from those endless romantic memories
together with the man I used to love and admire,
when I don't want to leave them behind, rather I plan to keep it forever.
How could I ever learn to forget our past
when there lies the reason why I can only like most men
and never love them at all.
this birthday boy can never be replaced,
never he will be, as I plan my tomorrow.
