That party was for you.
I know your friends weren’t there.
I was just a fool,
Denying your prayer.
My jealousy of girlfriends
Destroyed your party, and our love
Won’t go nowhere,
But out the door.
Flying pictures,
Broken glass,
On the scene everywhere.
I tried to clean the damage,
But I cut myself
On the hand, and now I
Have this scar to bear.
It’s so ugly.
In the emergency room,
Sew it up, clean the wound.
I’m healing slowly,
I’m healing fine,
I’m healing without you
On my dime all the time.
Well, its time
To put those things behind.
I can see you and I don’t rhyme
In bed, but head to the paper and write
All about me and play your bass guitar.
I’m feeling free-
Draw me all you want,
While I’m showering.
I’ll just wash my evil thoughts,
And do those things
That I always dreamed I would.
And to you,
I hope your birthday is
Feeling good.
Emily and Karen swear.
And Mary pleads
For you to go with her anywhere.
And do those things
I used to do,
Like snorting and smoking,
And drinking too.
But now I’m through.
Your birthday,
It’s all taboo.
Your birthday,
Next time I promise
To invite your friends
To your birthday party,
Your birthday party.
Love healing hearts, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist
PS +Listen to “Birthday Party” podcast on Teens Draw Near to God podcast.