closing time for the sunshinenladies are painting their facesnI combed my hair it looked just rightnwent out to go to these places I gonnit’s early the birds won’t stop screamingndon’t tell a soul it’s my birthdaynI can’t make my heart stop beatingnI had a happy, happy birthday this yearnnupside down reads sorry from the trashcannregret you miserable lovernI closed my hands ‘til they turned whitenthis cancer has taken both body and mindnnon the ground, dragging of the boot heelsnmy feet are so tired of leavingnpride shakes the hand in the mirror