“It hurts”

-- Marfen John A. Estrada

I.

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

II.

‘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

Bridge:

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

Chorus:

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!

Refrain:

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!

“A (3x)”

--Marfen John A. Estrada

I.

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

Chorus1:

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!

II.

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

warm

Bridge:

Allyza Aster Angeles be it wise, be it nice, be it healthy, I am singing on the

roof

I want to make you smile again in a picture with the background of. . . (chorus1)

Chorus2:

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

Refrain:

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.