Rotting

August 29, 1999

I would probably describe that

As the worst day of my life

And even though each year

Tries to hide that fact

By showering me with

Presents and sweets

It really just chronically corrodes instead.

Let's talk about birthday cards

They have something funny written in them

And then you write something in there

That doesn't really matter

You write the obligatory, "Happy Birthday."

You might write, "I can't believe how old you are now!"

There might even be a, "It seemed like only yesterday..."

But in the end, we all know that none of this matters

None if it has any personality to it

Try to put anything else and chances are

Somebody will get mad at you

What's the point anyways?

To some of us, the day we were born

Is really the worst day of our lives

And every single day we relish that facts

But can't do anything about it

But other people just naturally celebrate it

Like it's always something to be proud of

And the celebrations just make it worse

They just rot us even more.