When you're alone you would think of who

 Sitting in front of the computer listening to Who would think of it?
from small to large I are alone, a child my mother is not with me. Dad every day, go out drinking, playing,
brother in boarding school, only a dark room I fear, huddled alone in the corner waiting for dawn,
has no friends grew up alone, grow up and still could not escape alone,
may be really stupid to own it, so that learning does not end Getting along with people, still no friends
grew up around the back to my mother is still lonely, nothing to rely on, each have their own, there is little common ground,
night and I still curled up in my room, like a child in the bed waiting for dawn, tears are often looking forward to the dawn,
tears I do not know why it is complaining? but I have become numb to complain too lazy to hate too lazy to bother to think about the,
many That night I was afraid to return to my dark little room full of lonely,
so I and others to sing and disco dancing to while away their time drinking in order to delay the time to go home,
finish every time home from the morning to finish off two or three hours, it makes me so happy,
although only a few hours sleep sleepy tired, but you can spend fewer hours in the night, I am still very happy very happy ,
sitting in a dark room looking out the window at the lights thinking about the faces of those cold tears, I can not turn on the lights,
do not know who said I can not help, because I have no right to let others Share my pain,
curled up in my little room was a hopeless solitude,
feel so lonely every night with tears of fear,
a while, I suspect he was suffering from the depression, or would not be so crying,
Fortunately, I was healthy,
do not know whether some people like me sitting in a lonely corner of some things or some people think,
listening to hurt others,
stay in love over the road is not his own, but also hovering over, eventually go away,
maybe one day I will meet the helpless one can make me not fear helpless man,
he will get me through my fear and loathing of the night,
perhaps, I will love him, love. The original is such a simple,
maybe I was not to be alone, and perhaps lonely life bother me,
Maybe this is fate, I learned to accept their fate more and more, because I see too many of the powerless,
powerless when faced, can only accept their fate choose to accept.