Treasure Island

ice johnson


Happy Birthday stranger


Happy Birthday
Blow out the candles and make one wish
Since it's the day where you get your way

While everyone pampers you with gifts
I'll be sitting here and only left to think
if we were together maybe this birthday would mean so much to me as well........

Even though Im invisible to you
You dont know me to
You have your friends, the love for music by your side

Well, happy birthday stanger

For someone with a broken hearts
god knows how it feels
He doesnt even know how much I care,
how i cant stop but just stop and stare
its so hard.....so hard to just tell him the truth

Happy birthday stranger

Happy birthday, my love

Submitted: Thursday, March 09, 2006

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