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

Many 'Y'

Why am i born?
Why am i here instead of anywhere else?
Why am i alone in my world at 10:19pm?

Why should i feel guilty when i didnt because I can't?
If it is ok to reply late or chat to family and friends perhaps i deserve as much.

Why i dislike the world and yet feel scared to leave it?
Why does the sun choose to appear in the day and leave us cold at night?
Why will good people go heaven and the bad go to hell?

Why should i make an effort when it is so hard to get a simple reply?

Por qué me siento yo triste?

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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