I fear what I am becoming, I fear that I am
the splinter beneath comfort’s skin,
the question that lingers when silence should win….
A storm in a room built carefully still,
an echo that bends every fragile will
lemme just drop this before I hit the hay
I’m so freaking overloaded with all the things that’s happening, ‘di ako makapag function… nag sabay-sabay lahat jusko