birthdays?

what is a birthday and where is the need to celebrate one?
what's the significance of every single present
and what makes their presence so important?

thoughts just kept flying by my mind as i sat outside my classroom
the time was : 8, 8pm you fatty.
and why was i doing that? i wanted to make sure that a card was delivered
regardless of my superb cowardice.
from a distance there was a chorus of happy birthday, sang by the entire RCY.
i cant stop the feeling of self pity surging from inside.
its been there all along, and birthday parties only made it worse.
in the end my mission was done, but my soul was in pieces
my heart was broken, my footsteps were grumpy.
why? be honest, be sincere.
give and dont take- there's still no regrets. right?
what's up??
i dont know i didn't know.
all i did was. sit at the school courtyard.
the raindrops were falling randomly and slowly.
God cried tonight for me.

everything started as a coincidence, everything ends with one too.
how much of a plan is a coincidence?
timings had to be bad. and guts had to be low.
i had to make sure of my intentions.
this little relationship's something i dont wanna blow.