"happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me,
it's weird cause it's my birthday,
and i've never felt more lonely."
have some second-person poetry. i wanted to make it short, so sorry if not a lot of things make sense.
no, but really there has to be some poetic irony in the fact that on the day i was born, i really wish i hadn't been.
don't concern yourself with my mental stability, that's not your job anymore.