Ayzhelle Mendoza (November 27,1987 / Angeles City)
HOW CAN I TELL YOU
11: 4 am
How can I tell you that I'm grieving
When you don't even know that my heart is aching.
How can I tell you what I'm thinking
If She's all in your mind and for you I am nothing.
I know that you love her. She's more than just a chic.
She's so damn pretty. So special and unique.
No need to check. No need for debate.
If I'll be a judge, she deserves that highest rate.
I'm full of insecurities cause deep inside I'm weak.
But I'm needing for love and not a care for the sick.
I want to be perfect. I want to be great.
Not just to boast but to at least look at you straight.
How can I tell you that I'm leaving
When It's still me who needs some convincing.
How can I tell you what I'm feeling
When I know you're happy and that's what I've been wishing.
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