You Walked Away

What a Thing Indeed

Mahal mo pa ba
'di na yata
Gusto mo pa ba pero 'di gaya (yeah)
Gaya ng dati 'di na
Reconciling love that's ending

Pilit na ba kitang iiwasan
Pilit pa ba itong ilalaban

So ano gagawin ko?
'Cause you know I...
I just
I just bought a new condo
Won't make any sense to live here alone
How do I make this place a home
Ayyayy
Kung wala ka

All those words were all they are
Just words (just words)
Swear I knew the moment it began
I tried to save our hearts the hurt
Coming back you just opened up the flood gates
Babe
Piling back in waves
And I'm in tears again

Pilit na ba kitang iiwasan
Pilit pa ba itong ilalaban

So what do I do?
(Kung wala na)
Just bought a new condo
I just bought a new condo
Won't make any sense to live here alone
How do I make this place a home
Ayyayy
Kung wala na (wala ka)

Kung wala na
If the love's gone
If I'm hurting you
Kung wala na
Kung nasa dulo na
Ka kapit pa ba
Kung wala na
Ayyayy ayay
(Wala ka, wala na)

So ano na?
Kung wala na
What do I do with this new condo
Whoa-oh-oh (Condo, condo)
Won't make any sense to live here alone
How do I make this our home
Ayyayy
Kung wala ka
(Kung wala na)

I know that if I let it go
I don't know if I'ma find it again
But
Baby
This just isn't right
All the things that you've been puttin' me in
The way we love now is so different from...
The start
(I'm sick of pretending)
Ugh
Fuck
I'm so sick of pretendin'

(Kung wala na)

Condo (Kung Wala Na)

Lipstick smeared on a coffee cup
Last night’s dress, still not cleaned up
Hair in a knot, heart in a spin
I swore I’d never call him again
Shoes by the door, keys on the floor
I’m not sure what I came here for
I said I’d heal, I said I’d rest
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not sorry
I’m just tired of having to worry
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
Texts I sent that I shouldn’t have
Laughing too loud, then feeling bad
I’m not the girl they thought I’d be
But maybe that girl wasn’t me
I spill my wine, I miss my cues
I wear my heart like worn-out shoes
I said I’d change, I said I’d guess
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not broken
I’m just done with what’s unspoken
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall

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Making a Mess  by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

let me go

Lucky Day

[Verse]
Woke up with the sun
Dancing on my face
The coffee spilled
But hey
It’s still my place
Found a dollar in my shoe
Yeah
I’m feeling fine
The world’s a little crooked
But the day is mine

[Chorus]
Trallala la
Today is my lucky day
Nothing’s gonna stop me
No clouds in my way
Trallala la
The sky’s singing hooray
Oh
Today is my lucky day

[Verse 2]
Skipped a crack in the sidewalk
Jumped for fun
The neighbor’s dog wagged at me like I’m the chosen one
The radio played my favorite song on repeat
Life’s a little messy
But it’s tasting sweet

[Prechorus]
Oh
The world’s a crazy show
But I’m front row
Don’t you know

[Chorus]
Trallala la
Today is my lucky day
Nothing’s gonna stop me
No clouds in my way
Trallala la
The sky’s singing hooray
Oh
Today is my lucky day

[Bridge]
Left my worries in a jar by the door
I’ll pick ‘em up tomorrow
Or maybe nevermore
Every little stumble feels like part of the plan
I’m dancing with the universe
A twirl
A handstand

Lucky Day

Epic Echoes

Still Holding On

Flow

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Best Dressed Mess (Explicit)

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Making a Mess by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

Edwin Balder

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