semi-deadpoet

(un)happy birthday

Well happy birthday to you all,

Happy birthday to the man so tall,

He\'s soaring high up in the sky,

Knowing the truth will make me cry.

 

I see him any time I want,

I remember the laughter,

I remember the cheers,

I remember when there weren\'t any tears.

 

Happy birthday to the man,

Happy birthday to the one,

Raise a glass and go to bed,

And try forgetting that your best friend\'s dead.