July 3rd

I wouldn’t want you
To take offense
But i returned
That gift you sent
I could see that it was just right for you
Why do they say
Think of yourself
When you choose something
For someone else
My birthday wishes never come true
I should have know
Now that i’m grown
I’m one year older and
I’m not much bolder
You should have warned me
This was the way it was going to be
I wanted a party but
There’ll be one next year maybe
To you it’s just
Another day
But my next birthday’s
So far away
I wish that you had remembered
It seems to be
Pretty unfair
You’re sixteen too
But i don’t care
I won’t be calling you July 3rd