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Another year the pain will swell
You left me alone in the hell
16 candles left a number on me
and 17, another year in eternity

You can all come to my party for a change
Make me feel a little less deranged
Got no more grandmas to drop dead
So why do I feel like piercing my head?

Pretty balloons, cake, laughter, glee
presents from all of you to me
So lessens the time of the age-old curse
Another year closer yet to my hearse

I love you all, make no doubts heard
But I gotta be honest, here's the word
My poor feelings dashed last year
Made me cry, to be sincere

My sweet Gramma Bob got too old
Passed just as the weather got cold
3 days before the bash was to take place
You should have seen the look on my face

No time to stop, my family needed me
I womaned it up, and dealt with it
I was cheerful before the tragedy, but had to pay my fee
Yet where were you when the candles were lit?

All the love to my true friends, Gwinn, and Star
You two are where my real loyalties are
But when I was in the corner grieving
The rest were laughing, not even conceiving

Now, I didn't write this to invoke bad feelings
You know me, second chances are what I am meaning
But, just a thought, to not make me have more tears
None of you better fuck it up this year...