It was the first time somebody sent me this.
I was happy.
But also scared as never in my life.

I know it. I knew it before it even started.
I have no right, I know, but I can't help it.
Electric through my mind.
Electric through my heart.
Heard it at least four times - I love you.
Heard it at least seven times - Trust me.
While talking you could show me, and not just fuck it over.
On a bathroom wall I wrote:
"I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else."
I took a piss and dismiss it like fuck it and I went and found somebody else.
Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings, I'd rather be by my fucking self.
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it.
Stick around, real feelings might surface.
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom gripping you up fucking and choking you.

With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E.
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely.

The years chase me and accelerate, get faster as they pass.
My footsteps pass over skin thin ice,
And we toast to our cracking youth.
I stand over the same cliff edge, and even today I drink.
Fill up my glass and congratulate me.
The partings of yesterday become more numerous than the meetings of today.
Now, [just] goodbyes everyday. I guess it’s human nature.
[This is the] punishment for the sin of breathing. Only my age increases.
Always in the same place.
Now the alcohol is drinking me.

Presents are cash, alcohol has become the admission tickets.
My birthday [party] has become an amusement park.
Even when my house that has been empty for a whole year is filled with guests, it seems like an abandoned grassland. A plain full of grief, the journey undertaken to climb the mountain called success.
Today’s celebration is another different embankment.
“Hey you think birthday’s are good fortune?”
We each take out our shot glasses, to live the lives of mayflies.
Cheers!
“Hey let’s just drink and die.”
But I feel dead already- mediocre.
Insecure about my existence's worth.
But just today, please congratulate me.

Yeah, I’m getting drunk. The sun… until it rises, let’s drink.
Happy, happy birthday.
Yeah, I’m drunk. My tears… until they dry, let’s drink.
Happy, happy birthday.


Happy happy birthday to me.

I know too much.

It's just that... I know what you're doing. I know what kind of game you play.
The wolf changes his hair, but not his nature.

No matter how many times I remind myself it's not real, I can't help it.
Like you rapped: ''Steady when you’re treading, careful not to fall in love, 'cause when I'm finally done you'll know why it's called a crush.