Wake me up, when september ends.
Why am I always upset on my birthday month, every year it's the same. Is it my life or what? Maybe I've done too many bad deeds my previous life, now I'm repaying for the bad deeds. In return on every birthday, I get a full month of depression.
I'm waiting for someone who will never come back, waiting for a miracle that will never happen. My birthday wish, never granted. My prayers, never once answered. This is life, and I can't even fight against my own fate. My heart is beating for somebody else, not for myself.
Ironic.
I want to get myself out of this whole depression and heartache.