Thursday, September 23, 2010

“It hurts”

-- Marfen John A. Estrada


Running out of time

I’ve been wasting it all through a smile

Running out of hope

Wasting it all and squeezing lime into my wound


‘Cause every time I’m with you it hurts

For every time I was talking about the times I was happy you were off-eared texting with your phone

Baby come on


Yes it hurts, yes it hurts,

When I go to walk with you

I walk to guide you home

And make it up to you


You said thank you, yeah! You said thank you! Yeah!

But it hurts when you said that the thank you came from your text mate for making you home

Now that thank you is unaccepted! Yeah unaccepted!

Oh! I cry! Tears damn fell!


Losing interest of dreaming for you

Planning future and holding onto you

Yes it hurts to think about the times I’ve been wasting

Yes it hurts whenever I think that I didn’t even have a chance of hugging you!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

“A (3x)”
--Marfen John A. Estrada
I woke up one morning and turned the computer on
In the web on your profile I blushed and twisted on my own
I saw your face with my eyes so dreamed
That one day that face will be my girl destiny’s creed
The tree that speaks, the door that sneaks, the water that flows, the wind that
blows, the dog that barks, the bell that rings, the chime that sounds, the leaves
cracks, my heart beats, this guitar plays, music in tune to make me fall for you!
I brushed up one Sunday and you know what I thought?
It was the smile on your picture, your beauty is venom
I slept at noon one Sunday and you know what I dreamt?
It was the sadness on your blog, the boredom, the lost blanket that make you
Allyza Aster Angeles be it wise, be it nice, be it healthy, I am singing on the
I want to make you smile again in a picture with the background of. . . (chorus1)
Please somebody take care of her
Please witches come make me an heir
To be an heir of your sorcery I’ll make a bear
A bear so brave to roar at her that
I secretly love the way she dare

The moon strikes no mercy
Show me the way I seek
Find a way to say it clear
I like you, the scent wants to hear
End line:
But I don’t know how
No, I don’t know how
However I approached without applause, without a plan, without a thought
Yeah! I don’t know how.

Monday, July 19, 2010

"Would I Be???"
Marfen Estrada

If I would choose where would I be
I would choose behind you not to see,
Not because I want to "green" on you
But because I want to look on you.

I'll be on your back so I can inspire you,
Not to turn back, but your life to go on to.
So if your weight would be beyond compare,
With all strength I will catch you, your weight I'll dare.

As a jack-lifting BIKE suddenly became TRUCK,
With SCARS on my hand, on your back I'll be INTACT.
If you'd love someone else I'd be STILL at your back,
For you to see me crying in pain would be a LUCK.

So back fighters shall hit me first,
If they try so, in peace they'll thirst.
For my anger will give them curse,
As a full volcano to burst.

By the fact that all of us are destined to die,
Yes I would like you to die FIRST before am I.
Better for you to die first and let pain move in,
Than to see you by MY coffin crying, DYING.

If I would choose where would I like LOCKED,
I would like to choose to be at your back.
Decided to be at your back, question flies around,
To you i want to hear me asking --