I have a story to told,
a story of how i end up hurting.
How is my birthday really come up?
Its not good i know, starting with the person involves..
And that was me...

Its start with my veins
And end up to my heart.
Someone might get lost,
Someone might get mad.

It took so much time to realize that
i was getting old..
My time fly's..
I'm getting hurt eventually..

That's not really a story
I don't know what was really the Story..
I'm getting crazy and its midnight,
Stupid me!!! I never really care for others .

Or...
They do not care for me.
i just really don't notice yet..