Crying On My Birthday
Emotional Echoes: Crying On My Birthday by Hannah Marluz
Lyrics
Never had a birthday I didn't cry on
Expressing a history of crying on every birthday.
When they bring a cake out and say 'look how much time has gone'
Feeling emotional when others highlight the passing of time during birthday celebrations.
It's not easy being someone who cries when they get angry or get happy or feel anything at all
Acknowledging difficulty in handling emotions, crying in response to various feelings like anger, happiness, or any emotion.
Maybe that's the reason why
Suggesting a correlation between emotional struggles and the drying of tears.
All my tears seem to dry
Noting a tendency for tears to dry up when receiving affection.
Whenever I get an ounce of affection
Linking the drying of tears to the experience of affection.
Maybe I should soothe myself
Considering self-soothing as a coping mechanism.
Someday there won't be anyone else
Contemplating a future where there might be no one else, leaving oneself alone.
And all I'll have is me
Reflecting on the possibility of being alone in the future.
Crying on my birthday
Highlighting the recurring theme of crying on birthdays.
Flipping through my photo album makes me so afraid
Expressing fear while looking through memories in a photo album.
Snapshots of innocence and crayons of the mess I made
Referring to childhood innocence and acknowledging mistakes made.
It's not easy being someone who cries at happy endings, still pretending that I'll have my very own
Admitting difficulty in accepting happy endings, maintaining a pretense of having one's own happy ending.
Maybe that's the reason why
Repeating the pattern of tears drying up with affection.
All my tears seem to dry
Linking tears drying to the experience of affection.
Whenever I get an ounce of affection
Emphasizing the connection between affection and emotional relief.
Maybe I should soothe myself
Suggesting self-soothing as a potential solution.
Someday there won't be anyone else
Contemplating a future without others, relying on oneself.
And all I'll have is me
Reiterating the possibility of being alone in the future.
Crying on my birthday
Repeating the theme of crying on birthdays.
Maybe it's the reason I'm writing sad songs in my room
Suggesting that writing sad songs may be a result of the emotional struggles.
Maybe it's the reason I should lose my fucking attitude
Considering a change in attitude as a potential solution.
But for you, Tiny Dancer, I will listen on repeat
Expressing a willingness to listen to music for someone special ("Tiny Dancer").
But I guess lyricism isn't prescribed therapy
Reflecting on the limitations of lyrics as a form of therapy.
But for me, guess it's free, I'll be who I want to be in time
Asserting the freedom to be oneself over time.
But for now, the music's mine
Acknowledging current ownership of the music and personal journey.
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