It’s not my anger or my sorrow
I feel adjusted in my new place
But all I see are empty faces
The virus is coursing through the nation
All the non diabetic dessert are a temptation
I can’t celebrate with my family and the ones I love
Cause some are up above
I can’t call my friends
Or make amends
So this birthday will begin
With me feel defeated will I win
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