I walk in
And the therapist ask
How are you today
My beautiful child?
I'm sad I say
He ask why
Just like each and every time
Well as we both know my 'bday'
Is coming up soon
But there's always something
With this ratchet day
The people I want
Aren't gonna be there anyways
But aren't others going?
Will you be alone? He ask
No, there are others there
From my past and present time
my eyes start overflowing
Just like the faucet after cleaning
My bloody knife
Aren't the others important? He ask
They've never been before
They don't know me
Not the way the ones
who aren't here do
Give them importance' he pleads
But what if they leave as well?I ask
You have to learn to love them
Have not fear from falling
It's not the love you're scared of.
Wiping my tears away
In the end what does it matter
It's not like I have real friends...
Then who else did you invite?
Two people and they'll cancel soon
I'm tired of putting up a fight
So I think this 'bday' I'll wear white
Swallow all the pills maybe even drink rum tonight
And like everyone, say goodbye
Don't plead insane
Isn't forming false conversation enough for your brain? He ask....
It's not, I've got to let go, it will rain
Not just tears in my parade
But a storm of pity and praise
All those I miss will be there
So just wait for my splendid bday.
