The clock has striked
And a new age has come
A new wrinkle, a new black spot
The older, the better, they'd say
So my facebook's full
And the texts and call
Isn't it true of the world,
That what you hide is
Indeed a celebration
But you haven't called yet.
Oh, look at me
I'm an year older fool. Today,
An year older fool.
Expecting the ruin
You won't call, but text?
Tonight, I'm craving the words
You never said
Looking for your voice in those happy bdays.
Looking for your smile in those smileys.
It is my ruin, oh lover.
That there is no love.
Even today.
How do I welcome this new age, without you.
'Wish me already' I mutter under my breath
This burden is year older
This wait, this lorn Is year older
Look at me.
I'm an year older fool.
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