Another Bloody Year
You are the dirty knife
that slits my throat
on all my birthdays
Then
cuts my cake
‘Blow out those candles now, bitch’,
I read your lips
I always loved
your sense of humor
You just never loved mine
Happy Birthday to me
You are the dirty knife
that slits my throat
on all my birthdays
Then
cuts my cake
‘Blow out those candles now, bitch’,
I read your lips
I always loved
your sense of humor
You just never loved mine
Happy Birthday to me