Wrapped in a Box

Today, I wish you a happy birthday
Just two of the many words I have to say
I'm sorry, I have nothing important to give
Maybe I can spare all that I need to live
I cannot hand over my soul
For that is one part you already stole
My innocence has since been given too
Just another meaningless "thing" to you
I gave you the vision around my eyes
For a direct tunnel straight to the lies
I've already opened my chest and gave away my heart
Kept in your pocket and day by day picked slowly apart
I can spare what my precious knife delivers
Flowing from my veins, my sweet crimson rivers
Blood, frozen as a candle, to put on your cake
Slowly let it burn and melt everything fake
To you I'll give my organs, all my flesh and bone
Seeping through your smile, the real you has been shown
Everything I have left, I'll hand over to you
I'm done keeping the hurt and the false promises I've seen through
I gave away my tears, so these I cannot show
All wrapped in a box and prettied with a bow
These are the last words I will ever say
I'll always love you; happy birthday