Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Why am I here? Where am I here?
I’ve never known this. It wasn't up to me.
The truth is,
I'm not sure if I'm welcome here as myself.
Please don't force me to be so happy.
Just let me be.
Some congratulations ring hollow to me.
The truth is,
I'm not sure if I can be loved for no reason.
See, I'm singing this song alone now.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy. Happy.
I Wanna be happy actually.
How can I be happy?
Or Should I be happy?
Do I truly deserve to be happy?
Can I be..?