My birthday is coming
I wasted a year of my life
And once again I feel like picking up a knife
My birthday is coming
You're not here to celebrate it with me
My thoughts are pouring acid in my cup of tea
My birthday is coming
I want to close the lid of reality and turn everyone away
Even when I'm surrounded, I stand in disarray
My birthday is coming
My past failures are hunting me down
And when it's time this year again they'll make me their clown.
