The day that I was born must have been cursed
There must had been a heavy rain Falling down to the ground
To tell how hard my life would be There must was lightning and thunder
That scared everyone too death To show how cruel I would be
The day that I was born must have been insane
Why was I born back then?
I want to know at least one reason
To be store of pain,
crucify to others There must had been a snow fall Covering the ground,
freezing the fire To show the coldness inside me
How I am now terrified to see my past
I was a monster friend of a beast
It really is too late to realize this
Now that I am alone on ma throne
How come good things will happen
When I can’t be with you again
All I can do is going insane
How come I sleep all night long?
When I know you are not in my bed
How come I ate with such appetite?
When I know there is an empty chair
How come I wish to stay here?
When I know that you will not hold me
It’s so scary to be here being all alone
How come I cry all I want?
When I know you will not wipe my tear
How come I talk about how I feel?
When I know you don’t want to hear from me
How come I want to dance in the floor?
When I know you are not coming to the party
This is my regret letter that I can’t read for you
It’s only goes for me.
CURSED MY BIRTHDAY IS!
Here is Swinnertone’s Article, Symo’s Article
MADVA 