one more year, lonesome, down on my knees
happy birthday to me
i should be used to this
but growing up is no piece of cake
old hearts grow brittle, and old hearts breaktake my time, figure out what is mine
do it on my own dime
this should get better, now
but growing up is too much to take
there’s nothing sadder than when old hearts break
growing up is something no one can shake
young hearts don’t get it when old hearts breaknow you’re gone, and i guess i need to go on
nobody knows what i’ve done
i should be stronger now
but love is a thirst that growing up won’t slake
old hearts go bitter and old hearts break
growing up is like a tank with no brakes
old hearts wither and old hearts break