For a glimpse of my life,click on lyrics above that says
Nobody
Need
Me

Is my house a god damn chalet or hotel? Does it look like one? Should I start charging people for a stay? Like a dad who I almost forgotten how he looks, or the mom who cannot stay at home for more than an hour, or the sister who is sick of home, or even the occasional fucker that pop by in my sister room?

Is this still the place I know?
Is this the place I belong?
Is this place I used to love?
Is this the place I have been dreaming of?
Where has everyone gone?
Why am I constantly alone?
Maybe I should go.
I do not know where to go, but I cannot bear to stay.
What is there left to say?
I have lost my way.
I am going insane. I just feel so cold and tired.
I need something to rely on.

Name: Brandon

A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore

/S boy
Weiling


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