The smoke from putting out the candles

Reminds me once again how no one cares

How many years has it been with empty promises?



Being told repeatedly how much fun my birthday will be  

You’re getting older we should celebrate  

But when it comes down to it their empty words



It would be different if I didn’t see how much effort  

Goes into everyone else’s  

The smiles I see plastered by how excited they are



It makes me sick; I shouldn’t complain at least they remember

But do they?



I’m celebrated with a cake but who’s going to tell them  

That I’m not much for pastries  

They bought one so it should count for something  



Until you know how each year, I stay up to bake theirs  

One they’ll like

One they’ll enjoy



Here’s to me,  

Happy Birthday to little Miss Nobody

I'm going places
And nowhere good
Leaving the neighbourhood
Of blurry faces

I'm going places
Misunderstood
I would stay, if I could
I'm changing bases

A lonely path
Accompanied by me and myself
Let out a laugh
The past, they think know hell

I'm losing grasp
Spiralling straight into wonderland
Why didn't they hold my hand?

Topsy turvy
My perspectives change
I hurt me
Fuelled by the pain

Lurching, wandering,
Perching, pondering
On a cold, wet, porcelain throne

Mixing, blending
Fixing, mending
Aimless, I push on, all alone.

Speakers distort static matter,
Is it real? Is it a dream?
There are vestiges that I'm after
And they crave nicotine.
I'm offered nicotine,
I've never felt so alone
I am nobody
And nobody's home

I am no body
Who thought could be somebody
Lived but never loved anybody
In a strange country
Fought endlessly to survive
Alone with pride and dignity
And trial and error was my strategy
Succeeded only in living but not loving
And now the time has come, buddy
To free my hands
rest my head
And silence my ****** heart
Because I cannot be anybody
Without your love!