Letters Burning Birthday Cake
What would you do if you had nothing left to prove?
Would you get out of bed or fall asleep inside that head of yours?
Pointing fingers at each other is as relevant as gun with no bullets or a
Man with no name
I don't need to have my birthday cake but I'll take one
And I don't need a funeral cause I'll never grow old
I live my life with a purpose and I found ignorance was bliss
What would you do if all the things you thought came true?
And the tables were turned, the place that you called home wasn't around no
More?
Pointing fingers at each other is as relevant as gun with no bullets or a
Man with no name
I don't need to have my birthday cake but I'll take one
And I don't need a funeral cause I'll never grow old
I live my life with a purpose and I found ignorance was bliss
