The Peter Pan Syndrome

While I was walking today
I realized I was asking myself the same questions I usually ask
On my birthday:
Am I proud? Am I Old?
Am I mature? Am I stable?
What the fuck did I do this year?
Am I better? Am I wiser?
Am I successful? Am I in love?
Am I sick?

Hi sweetheart
Come and tell me what should I wear tonight
High heels are not an option
Or would you wish I changed my mind?

Close your eyes
Make a wish
Eat for me...
The cakes they bring to feed me to take you away
Away, away, away...

But I ain't spitting, I ain't spitting you...
I ain't spitting, I ain't spitting you...
I ain't spitting, I ain't spitting you out

Why do I always cry on my birthdays?
They usually suck!
But today is the saddest
The saddest, the saddest, the saddest, the saddest
The saddest day!
Of my life

(Waaaahhhh)

The gifts! The hugs! The smiles! The presents!
The ridiculous cake ceremony! Oh my God!

Hi sweetheart
Come and tell me what should I wear tonight
High heels are not an option
Or would you wish I changed my mind?