Happy Birthday

Flipping through the washed out photos
Tinted with the darkest shades
Torn pages of the big brown book
Collecting dust as the memories fade

Blow out the inner fire used to light your cake
Bring out the old camera with the dusty lense
So smile sweetheart smile, as we count down to three
Put on that fake smile to match you, and just let it be

Unwrap the tissue paper colored pinks and greens
And don’t make this a big scene
Because you’re mommy’s little angel
Little Sweet Sixteen

So lock the mahogany door and cry yourself to sleep
Crush the gifts mother gave you till there’s nothing left to see
Take the cards and rip them up
And blame it all on me

Pull out the razor you left behind
And make as many scars as you can hide
We thought you stopped
But you shake your head and let the blood drip

So here we are on the bathroom floor
Scrubbing the pink tile back to white like before
Now you really should have listened when I said don’t make a scene
So happy birthday me
Instead of Little Dead Sixteen

*Sakura-chan*