The Peter Pan Syndrome - Descartes A Kant

While I was walking today

I realized I was asking myself the same questions I usually ask

On my birthday:

Am I proud?

Am I Old?

Am I mature?

Am I stable?

What the fuck did I do this year?

Am I better?

Am I wiser?

Am I successful?

Am I in love?

Am I sick?

Hi sweetheart

Come and tell me what should I wear tonight

High heels are not an option

Or would you wish I changed my mind?

Close your eyes

Make a wish

Eat for me…

The cakes they bring to feed me to take you away

Away, away, away…

But I ain’t spitting, I ain’t spitting you…

I ain’t spitting, I ain’t spitting you…

I ain’t spitting, I ain’t spitting you out

Why do I always cry on my birthdays?

They usually suck!

But today is the saddest

The saddest, the saddest, the saddest, the saddest

The saddest day!

Of my life

(Waaaahhhh)

The gifts!

The hugs!

The smiles!

The presents!

The ridiculous cake ceremony!

Oh my God!

Hi sweetheart

Come and tell me what should I wear tonight

High heels are not an option

Or would you wish I changed my mind?