It's My Birthday... and I'll die if I want to
I want to skip like I used to
my hair flying in the breeze
The day has arrived finally
after waiting the whole year through
I want to smile like I used to
my lips curved my laughter bubbling
I'm a year older now finally getting taller
I've waited through so many days
I want to clap at the clowns like I used to
my hands beating a rhythm in time to the music
Their horns blow a cacophony of revelry
waiting was so very hard! I wanted to play…
Years come and go and still the rememberances stay
a pretty collage in my head of how it used to be
Each birthday getting harder to enjoy
Thoughts swallow the pleasure as the vivid
reality makes it quite clear that each one now
leads to the ultimate day…the day I will die
I've changed my mind!
Go away clowns take your rotten balloons with you
I don't want to laugh and skip and play
I want to make time stand still and I want to live
I want to forget that there will be a final birthday
I don't want to remember anymore how sweet
you used to be … You can remain what you really are
Just a day like any old day and stay that way from now on
I don't want a birthday … I don't need a reminder that I am
dying I've decided from this day forth that I will choose
the day I die and to delay that day … I abandon you
my birthday and I release myself