It’s that special time of the year
The time of that month you dread
You look in the mirror and it’s clear
That you would rather be dead

The rollercoaster of emotions
That sends you to anger
Denial and depression
All in one single sweep
All because of that stupid mark in a year

Why is it happening?
Why to you?
Why is it that every time you look in the mirror on that special day
You say

“Fuck it’s my birthday.”  

My friend there’s nothing to say
Nothing to do
But get fucked up
And puke on your favorite shoes

So just put on your best dress
This is for the best
Coz Sweetie it’s all just a test
On how many blowjobs
You can ingest

What are you doing?
Why are you still here?
go out there and grab a shot!

Coz even if I’m not there
I’ll be over here
Thinking how stupid you’ll look
With puke . . . on your shoes.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITSUNE!!!