Bilanggo

Inmate behind bars made by
your heart
Prisoner of the chains brought by
thinking of you
How long will I keep feeling
how long will I keep getting hurt
thinking of you in this way and that
How long will you keep waiting
Aren't you tired, girl
My feelings even though this weak
are they true
Dead or alive, in heat and cold
Even the blade will be defeated
wound in the chest, tattoo of your face on the skin
Separated many times
Still can't learn to keep up
My feelings even though this weak
I'll say goodbye later