it was my birthday and you had to die...
a lost and pathetic sucide
because of a cruel joke that was played
now under the dirt your body was laied
couldnt you see that i loved you
thats why i guieded you and told you what to do
i always hated it when you would cry
why did you have to die?
i swore my love wasnt a lie...
oh why did you have to go...
when you knew i loved you so..
why did you put through all this pain?
and on my birthday my heart was slain
it was the presnt i wouldnt ever forget or ever return
all my presnts i would burn
just to see your smliling face one last time
before you left me bleeding behind...
birthday sucide
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