....

I was out and about in Baguio visiting my friends.
I couldn't even catch a glimpse of you.
Was chained in my fist, tied to the bed
Of the boredom and routine of flu

I wanted to see you
To hear from you
And see whatever might come up
Between us two
But I couldn't stand up
My shouts weren't heard
By the voices that drowned me
Up in my skirt

Now I beg of you
To please forgive me
I have so much to say
So little time you see
I wish there was someway I could make amends
To let you see that I am a mess

I hope by writing you this letter
That you know how I feel
Even though I wanted desperately to feel you
I didn't have the guts to see it through

Now I hope we make due
Of what little time I had today with you
For tomorrow another day will appear
And I will write something again for you my dear