Each passing day brings me closer to the date,
Where we'll plaster happy smiles and pretend to celebrate.
Have I done something great? Is that why we're here?
Or are we really celebrating the passing of another year?
One year, 52 weeks or 365 days,
It's just an excuse, a corporate cliché.
But don't worry, there's no need to celebrate,
Each day brings me closer to my own ****** fate.
HEY, it's my birthday!
& when it passes, it'll just be another day...
Trailing behind are my lost teen years,
No Mama, I still haven't conquered my fears.
Don't worry, there's still some life behind these eyes,
I never did understand the celebration of the fact time flies.
With masked faces surrounding my 20 candles of lies,
It's hard to tell what goes on in this light
With the flickers of the candles, tricking my sight.
Am I blowing out the candles?
Or am I blowing out my mind?
Don't bother now, there's no time to celebrate,
Love can't save me from my own ****** fate.
HEY, it's my birthday!
& when it passes, it'll just be another wasted day...
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
Each passing day brings me closer to the date,
Where we'll plaster happy smiles and pretend to celebrate.
Have I done something great? Is that why we're here?
Or are we really celebrating the passing of another year?
One year, 52 weeks or 365 days,
It's just an excuse, a corporate cliché.
But don't worry, there's no need to celebrate,
Each day brings me closer to my own ****** fate.
HEY, it's my birthday!
& when it passes, it'll just be another day...
Trailing behind are my lost teen years,
No Mama, I still haven't conquered my fears.
Don't worry, there's still some life behind these eyes,
I never did understand the celebration of the fact time flies.
With masked faces surrounding my 20 candles of lies,
It's hard to tell what goes on in this light
With the flickers of the candles, tricking my sight.
Am I blowing out the candles?
Or am I blowing out my mind?
Don't bother now, there's no time to celebrate,
Love can't save me from my own ****** fate.
HEY, it's my birthday!
& when it passes, it'll just be another wasted day...
Few weeks before my 20th birthday (2010)
(c) Samantha Vaughn
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