With life comes expectation’s, we only disappoint. With love comes expectation’s. I have to disappoint. They tell me I must celebrate getting closer to the end. I tell them I don't want to and I don't have to, without a girlfriend.
With love you are obligated. Without I am free to choose. They tell me it is another opportunity wasted, To find someone I do, Want to fall in love with; I could end the night with a kiss. I say there are three hundred and sixty four other days And she would find me any other time, if she truly knew me.
I do not wish celebrate this day, So come back tomorrow and try again. If you are only willing to try to love me once, Then we will never find a way, so I think you should bounce. If love is not committed, then tell me, what is it? If love has rules that I must follow religiously, Then where is the spontaneity?
I want love at first sight and true insight, Not being forced to be happy this night. If I must, then I will begrudgingly And I will wear a plastic smile and empty eyes; So tell me if they will still want me? If you cannot understand my reasons, Then there is no helping you. I will not be helped to help myself, no matter what the season. I will remain in oblivion, Searching for the driven, Waiting again for passion, To call out my name.
I carry my pain in a box of misfortune, As I walk alone down memory lane. Your glass is half full, my soul is shattered. Happy Birthday...doesn't matter.