"Change" is what all the politicians are saying nowadays.
The Filipino is worth dying for.
The American is worth living for.
But if doesn't matter where you live.
All they want is change.
Crawl away. Get squished.
And yesterday, I wanted to kill somebody.

I guess we have a cultural gap after all, huh?
Maybe a Filipino is never meant to be independent, on so many levels.
It's difficult, but you could break the habit if you really want to.
Though I'm thinking, it might not be good to be too independent.
Why do you say that?
Isn't that the beginning of "every man for himself"?
Feeling so lonely and empty I want to destroy everything...
Don't. You need to move forward.
I don't know where forward is anymore...
I don't believe in love anymore...

I really appreciate the fact we're still friends despite how we've changed.
Maybe it was meant to be.
Yeah, you helped me.
I did?
I realized lots of things.
It's about the decisions I've made.
I decided to move on.
But in the past there's a girl that will always cry for him.
She's here, inside of me.

Blue is the color of twin star's eyes.
Do you believe in angels?
Black is the color of my true love's hair.
I fell in love with a demon.
Don't you think this is a grave sin?
Why would you regret anything? Just move forward.
I don't know where forward is anymore. All I know is regret.
Don't believe me when I tell you, "It's something unforgivable."

To die, to sleep...
Burn.
And I know my bed is behind me laughing on the inside,
knowing when I get in there it'll feel like the sheets are made of ice.
Burn.
I'm still cold as hell.
Wait, that doesn't make sense.
Burn.
Hell has frozen over. It's hell nonetheless.
Burn.

Do you still love me? I await your single sentence...
The vote has been cast. And so I burn in hell.