Your voice, it might say no
But the heart has a will of its own
Your voice, it might say no
But the heart has a heart of its own
It's not your birthday anymore
There's no need to be kind to you
And the will to see smile and belong has now gone
It's not your birthday anymore
Did you really think we meant all those syrupy sentimental things that we said?
It cannot be given, and so it must be taken
All of the gifts that they gave can't compare in anyway
To the love that I am now giving to you
Right here, right now...on the floor
It's not your birthday anymore
There's no need to be kind to you
And the will to see you smile and belong has now gone
It's not your birthday anymore
Did you really think we meant all those syrupy sentimental things that we said yesterday?
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