Happy birthday to me..
“I want you but I don’t know why. Just so many things that I wish I could say to you, but I know you never tried. Now you’re too far gone to wonder why…”
Well, happy birthday to me I guess.
All I could ask for my birthday, is to be able to spend one day with you. One day where we could be like we used to be. You ask me over and over what I want from you for my birthday. The truth is, all I want is to hear those three little words again, to hear you whisper in my ear, “Baby…”
I guess I should be happy that, at least, you remembered. But yet, I’m distraught. Who’d have known, that a simple two-word message, “Happy birthday (:” could still hurt so much. Is that all I’m worth to you? Just two words? Not even a lousy phone call? I guess it’s all I’ll ever mean to you. I’m just another stupid guy vying for your attention, and to think I actually thought we had something.
Sure, you still said it. But I don’t see it. I wish you’d just come clean with me, and I never thought I’d ever say this to you, but I’m fucking sick and tired of your games. Just tell me once and for all, I’m really, really exhausted. You lead me on, then you put me down, and then you lift me up again. Tell me, am I a fucking toy to you?!
I’m just oh-so-tired. I just wanna give up, and yet I hold on like a fool.
