Post by Emrys on Dec 22, 2007 9:57:38 GMT 1
It is just like last year,
In a way,
A birthday should be happy,
But the ones I need are never there.
Last year I got forgotten,
This year the one that had to …
Couldn’t come.
Just like that.
How the f**k am I to like birthdays?
How the f**k am I about to buy cake?
The last time I bought cake,
It ended up in a cold fridge,
Only 1 piece missing.
Next time I buy a cake,
I know its flavour will be lost,
For it will keep itself uneaten.
I dislike them.
No, I hate them.
I hate birthdays.
I f**king hate them.
And I don’t even hate.
In a way,
A birthday should be happy,
But the ones I need are never there.
Last year I got forgotten,
This year the one that had to …
Couldn’t come.
Just like that.
How the f**k am I to like birthdays?
How the f**k am I about to buy cake?
The last time I bought cake,
It ended up in a cold fridge,
Only 1 piece missing.
Next time I buy a cake,
I know its flavour will be lost,
For it will keep itself uneaten.
I dislike them.
No, I hate them.
I hate birthdays.
I f**king hate them.
And I don’t even hate.
Het is gewoon belachelijk druk momenteel. Eerst examens en nu zit ik twee weken in Mechelen. En das van 9 uur 's ochtends tot 23 uur 's avonds dat ik weg ben. Dus ik zie mijn computer niet veel meer.
kennelijk kan dat met een eeuwen oud e-mail adres 