THE DAY WHEN EVERYTHING GOES WRONG
It’s a sick tradition-
But a tradition nonetheless-
Where the girl cries on her birthday.
It’s a sick tradition-
But a tradition nonetheless-
Where the girl’s excitement gets crushed.
It’s a sick tradition-
But a tradition nonetheless-
Where the girl cannot wish for something different.
It’s a sick tradition-
But a tradition nonetheless-
Where everything goes wrong, and yet,
It’s no one’s fault.
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