As my clock flicked at me with its taunting lights,
I only let out a sigh and a ghostly voice.
"It's my birthday."
A day to dread or to enjoy, I would't know about that.
I have fewer friends then a mutant does, and the only cake
I ever get is from family with fragile wallets.
To ever see a gift is indeed a rare sight for me.
As my timely foe kept its fight alive, memories flood into my mind.
Has there been a thing I did worthwhile?
I simply shrug it off as I can't seem to come up with a thing
I live a strangle life, always close to the edge of madness
Never felt true love's kiss and always being told to be normal!
Nearing the climax hour, I lie there relaxing with sweet breath
knowing that once it's a new day
It would be a new day for my new age.
I awake from the birthday dream to see
My younger self fading with a tear
But I know I will see him again
Next year, I promise to bring our hate too.
Till then, "Another year, Another dime"
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the true me or better known as the place i work at
this is my story how i because a devil. lucifur took me to hell and trained me to become the geneal of his army.
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