It’s my birthday and I’ll smile if I want to. Throw a party, shout and scream, celebrations running rampant. Celebrating me and my life, and all the years that have passed me by.
It’s my birthday and I’ll laugh if I want to. Take so much joy in this life I was given and fun an excuse to laugh and laugh and laugh. Until tears stream down my face and I cant breathe.
It’s my birthday and I’ll cry If I want to. Shout and scream, throw a tantrum. Cry over the passing years and all they could have been, frown at every inconvenience that comes my way on my birthday.
It’s my birthday and I can do whatever I want. Laugh, cry, wallow or party. Because it’s my day, the only one I get out of the year. So it’s my birthday and I’ll celebrate the best ways I choose.