I want to tell you, on this day,
Just how happy I am that you're alive.
No.
How happy I am that you were even born,
But I bring it up and you tell me off,
Because you don't like it.

I don't like this either, as it happens;
I feel bad for the elation I got at setting my alarm for midnight so I could make sure I messaged you first thing, and going to sleep again with a smile on my face, hoping I could help make you feel as valued as you are.

So yeah, happy birthday, sorry for caring.