happy birthday to you...
waking up first thing in the morning on your birthday had always seemed to be such a underwhelming scene of events.
happy birthday to you..
i'm still waking up, getting ready, brushing my hair and brushing my teeth- yet it's expected to be different
happy birthday dear...
yet i get to the realization.
the realization that this does in fact change my life.
this is the start of a whole other year of my life.
my short life.
yet this year i felt like i was just living, not like i was alive.
this year on my birthday i wish to feel alive again.
to be better- to do better.
why can't i be better.
why can't this be a switch of events and a switch of people.
why am i still me?
why isn't this day any different?
happy birthday to you.
