Singing To Myself
It's my birthday,
All I got to say,
Is I'm singing to myself,
I put all my presents on the shelf,
I t doesn't mean a thing without you.
You didn't call,
My wish will fall,
I want to cry,
I want to die,
My birthday is imaginary.
I don't feel older,
Just feel the world getting colder,
I'm going to runaway,
Because you didn't say "Happy BIrthday",
I'm done and over.
I'll be alone,
I'll moan,
At my growing pains,
I uase my canes,
All alone.
Copyright © Emily Schmittling | Year Posted 2006
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