I am a year older...
Says the calendar...
It is all the same, really...
For I lost track of how many calendars I have seen...
Maybe the calendar is trying to avenge the other fellow calendars I've ignored for so long...
The truth is...
I lost track of time after I met you...
And, yes, it is my birthday...
But I don't count how many years I have lived...
From now  on, I will only count the number of  years it will take me to  forget you...
For you misled me...
You made me believe you had feelings for me...
And you used me...
Who knows how many birthdays I will have to endure before I'm finally over you...
Today, I will sit here, with a candle...
Not even a cake...
And will sing...
Happy birthday to me...