It's been another year
I've wasted with my fear
I've lived hundreds of more days
Only to not change errors in my ways
Now, they ask me what I want
-A gift to show, a gift to flaunt-

They grin in an innocent way
I want my night to turn into day.
That's all I really want.
Gifts are useless to me, I'm not a-child
I refuse to run down my streets-wild

Every year, till the day I die
I'll just have to come up with a lie
Asking for this, asking for that.
I want a computer, or not to be fat
Last year was so normal, ignorance is bliss
Now as it's gone, it's the only thing I miss

It's been another long year
Washed down with my tears
I really only want normality
In a word full of abnormality.
If I got one "Happy Birthday"
On this next Saturday.
I'd be fine.