It is now your birthday
And you are growing old
But I am waiting for my own day
When I hear your body's cold
I will celebrate your passing
But I will not honor your birth
And you are the one to blame
For your own great lack of worth
Some may find me calloused
And evil beyond reproach
But they don't know how it was
To be only three years old
And trapped inside your house
Having to play your games
I will never forget that nightmare
And I will never be the same
It isn't as easy as I want
To try and forget that fear
But you had your share of my life
You darkened enough of my years
So yes, it is your birthday
But you will not hear from me
I am too busy living
And learning to be free.
Copyright 2003 cre
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