The Ripped Soul

3 off days. 2 ideas. 1 birthday. 0 people to spend it with.

And you ask, "what do you wanna do for your birthday?"

I could tell you a million things.

I wanna be in the arms of someone that loves me and who I love; at least that'd be someone who I'd spend my birthday with, and I'd be happy.

Is that person gonna be you? Nope.

I want back all the good times I've had that I've lost. Even with you.

Is it gonna come back? Nope.

I wanna go on holiday with my friends far away from here and build a ton of happy memories for my birthday, make it a blast, an event that I'll remember for my entire life.

Is that gonna happen? Nope.

It's my birthday and I want back the reality of when we were together and everything was sweet. When we were so in love that we couldn't get our hands off each other.

That won't even happen.. so why even bother?

Why care to ask? Why call, even?

Because you're bored and you just decided to give me a call out of the blue?

I don't want your fucking sympathy.
I don't want anything from you.

Because I've already tried so goddamn hard for everything I've wanted. And honestly, I'm quite done trying and failing over and over again.