As I write words on this page,

My feelings are free from their cage.

As my tears fall down my face,

All I do is count the days.

 

One-hundred one, One-hundred two,

These are the days when I miss you.

One-hundred three, One-hundred four,

Why can't this pain just be no more.

 

Today is my birthday,

Don't you see,

This is why

I need you with me.

 

Where are the presents, 

And where is the cake?

Little do they know,

That my smile is fake.

 

Where are the hats,

And what of the balloons?

All I want,

Is to see you soon.