Another day, Another year.
The moments are clear.
There are calls and messages too.
Happy birthday to you.
There\'s no icecream, or cake.
To my birthday, I awake.
Another year older.
I\'m getting the cold shoulder.
Some (people) pass by and say hi, but inside I do cry.
These are the moments that go by with tears In my eyes.
I remember birthdays past, as a kid who grew fast.
Those good times, I had a blast and the fun times always last.
I\'m much older now and some friends have pass.
As I look through times glass.
It\'s amazing to see!
But I say, happy birthday to me!