Well it's your birthday, heartbreaker. And I can't help but beg to myself not to talk to you
Because my only wish for you is that you'll be with me instead of her.
And I can't say that out loud, or write it somewhere for everyone to read
Because expressing my way to love was ended so soon because you took a detour to another heart
Is not an easy thing to do
Because saying what I mean, means you saying some invalid excuse.
I wanted to wish you happy birthday
But I know it won't make any difference
Believe me, I fight like hell to try to wish you well.
But my stubborness keeps me from letting you go.
So I'll just pretend I am happy for you, as I always do
When deep inside I pray to be your one and only wish.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Well it's your birthday, heartbreaker. And I can't help but beg to myself not to talk to you
Because my only wish for you is that you'll be with me instead of her.
And I can't say that out loud, or write it somewhere for everyone to read
Because expressing my way to love was ended so soon because you took a detour to another heart
Is not an easy thing to do
Because saying what I mean, means you saying some invalid excuse.
I wanted to wish you happy birthday
But I know it won't make any difference
Believe me, I fight like hell to try to wish you well.
But my stubborness keeps me from letting you go.
So I'll just pretend I am happy for you, as I always do
When deep inside I pray to be your one and only wish.
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