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In a week I'll be fifteen,
It's like everyday, I'm getting older.
Though instead of enjoying what's to come,
My life seems so much colder.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
I know, but I do not say.
Because what I want is impossible,
But it's the one thing that I crave.
I want my life to be happy again,
Indulge in teen romance,
I want to laugh and sing my head off,
I want another chance.
You see, I had everything I ever wanted,
But somehow I let it go.
I let go of my best friends,
Now they're people I barely know.
I also hurt the ones I love,
I was selfish and vision blurred.
So I guess, this longing for my past,
Is the punishment I deserve.
So spend that money on yourself,
I don't deserve any of your gifts,
There's only one thing that can make me worthy again,
But it's the one gift no one can give.
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