(Intro – faint piano + room tone)
Phone face-down, candlelight flickers.
One plate, one wish, one whisper.
Soft laugh — “Guess I’m the surprise.”
(Verse 1 – gentle piano + brushed snare)
Woke up to the same four walls,
No texts, no calls, no “hey, how are ya?”
Scrolled through names I used to know,
Typed “it’s my birthday,” then let it go.
Cupcake for one with a crooked flame,
Sang my name just to feel my name.
Echoes clapped, the room played along,
Funny how silence can hum like a song.
(Pre-Chorus – swelling pad)
I thought I’d feel grown, but I just feel small,
Counting the ghosts on my missed call log.
Maybe they’re busy, or maybe I’m wrong —
Either way, I’ll sing my song.
(Chorus – fragile falsetto, reverb-soaked)
Happy birthday to no one,
Happy tears, but the crowd’s all gone.
One candle melts for every friend I lost,
Guess this is what the quiet costs.
Happy birthday to me, I guess —
Wearing my loneliness like a party dress.
If no one’s here to sing along,
I’ll hum my own birthday song.
(Verse 2 – soft synths, lo-fi beat fades in)
Streamers still in the drawer,
Cards unread, unopened doors.
I put on music, danced alone,
Pretended I was on my phone.
The mirror smiled, said, “You made it through,”
I raised my glass to the empty room.
“Here’s to the year that starts with pain,”
Maybe next time, it’ll rain champagne.
(Pre-Chorus – layered vocal hums)
If memories age like birthday wine,
Why do mine taste like turpentine?
Still, I’ll blow out the flame tonight —
Make a wish for warmer light.
(Chorus – fuller, aching)
Happy birthday to no one,
Happy me, but the joy’s all gone.
One candle melts for every friend I lost,
Guess this is what the quiet costs.
Happy birthday to me, I guess —
Wearing my heart like a paper dress.
If no one’s here to sing along,
I’ll hum my own birthday song.
(Bridge – stripped, just voice + piano)
Whispered:
Maybe love’s just running late,
Maybe I’m too hard to celebrate.
Still, I’ll keep the flame alive —
Even if I’m the only one who tries.
(Final Chorus – near-silent, voice trembling)
Happy birthday to no one…
Still, I’ll sing it ‘til it’s done.
If growing up means growing apart,
Then blow out the light, restart my heart.
Happy birthday to me, alone —
In this quiet, I call my own.
(Outro – single piano note + candle blow sound)
Pfffff… silence.
