I really do feel deeply disgusted and ill
At spending another year
Failing to make the grades
I promised myself I would make
Oh God I hate my birthday

CHORUS
Oh there's times when I really could cry
Because I have it all
Yet I feel no pride
(x 2)
There are times when I don't know what to do
Because nothing goes right
It only goes the way I want it to

Oh I promise I am jealous of them all
When I see myself
Failing at every single thing
I promised I could achieve
Dear God, I'm sickened: it's my birthday

CHORUS

VOX AND DRUMS ONLY
Oh reminders of every time
I failed
How could I forget
(all instruments come in)
When you ram it down my throat every day

CHORUS TO END WITH SOLO/BREAK FROM SECOND GUITAR