Strings cannot fix a broken heart, as if these words can't break us apart.
Don't tell me a broken bone hurts more, than a broken heart slammed by a door.
For it kills me just thinking your luck is great, as if I'm dying from this fate.
It kills me you're smiling everyday, while my soul is dying in such a way.
It kills me to know you don't care at all. I need you to catch me before I fall.
But were you there and did you care? For this broken soul had enough to bare.
A selfish smile is all I see. Proud of what I lost, and that's what killed me.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words From The Heart
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