Happy birthday and why should I care?
What have you done for me?
Abandoned a friendship, caused me worry, caused me grief, caused me anger?
Happy birthday and what have you done?
Snuck away, hid away, bolted away?
Who are you? Better, who do you think you are?
Happy birthday and why won’t you answer?
I know why. Do you? I don’t think you do?
A ruffian, an asshole, a jerk? Is that why?
Happy birthday and where are you now?
A million miles it might as well be. Closer?
I don’t know and I lie if I say I don’t care.
Happy birthday and what are you?
Thirty something now going on 19?
Too many brick walls built up so the truth won’t penetrate?
Happy birthday and did you ever care?
No, I don’t think you did or was I wrong about everything?
Was I wrong you used me, abused me, confused me?
Happy birthday and why did I care?
Was it the signals? Was it the friendship? Was it something else?
Now, a few months later I can’t answer and I wonder why I cared.
Happy birthday and why would I care?
Because I’m gullible? Because I’m stupid? Because I do?
I believed. I deceived myself into belief. I deceived myself into grief.
Happy birthday and was I wrong?
You answer that. You answer and let’s see what the answers would be?
The thing is, you’ll never look through my shoes, my blues, my news.
Happy birthday and what have you done?
Nothing, nothing and nothing.
Set on old traps, old schemes, old dreams.
Yeah, happy birthday and I hope you remember the friend I was but could never be again when a phone call or talk could have settled it all. Yeah, happy birthday, happy birthday to you.
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