Cena Rose

(Maybe Tomorrow I'll be gone)

Forget my september Birthday


My birthday is so yesterday
I even forgot it once
Recieved a present
And got mad
I was truly a dunce.

My birthday is so horrible
I wish I never knew
What a pleasure
My birthday was
And be able to compare what's true

My birthday was great before
Till the day I forgot.
and got punished
And got grounded
Give her the presents for Chritmas, they thought

My birthday is never remembered
Last time my grandfather died
2 weeks
Before my forgotten date
And so of course, I must always hide

My birthday isn't so awesome
Why do i want to remember?
Everyone says 'How Weird! '
But with this
I always want to forget September.

Submitted: Saturday, June 14, 2008

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