To me, to me
Happy Birthday
But why does it feel
like I have lost a fight
like  a burden I am lit
with all these burning ice
blue as the sunlight
red as the wind
why do I regret
that I was born in the end

to me, to me
happy birthday
like mockery, like a joke
a spear spit
through my soul
blue as winter
red as fall
all I feel is kindess
for my dead soul

yet, I still regret
that I was born