I was wondering, am i fated to be so?
being nobody and having nobody for the rest of my time? Hard hard time, i miss my time when i was a boy. When my mom was calling :'boy...where are you?' . Nothing to be worried about, and nothing to be down about. Time passed, Got old, More trouble, INTO the day of my life, i'm the only one who knows the story behind myself. I'm the story teller and my soul is my true listener,


i'm the only one.