Happy Birthday America.
That's what today is about
Everyone clapping; everyone cheering
Some will even shout
I can't say I share the same emotion
Things happened long ago
and only God knew if things would glow
So, why exactly feel happy for it?
At the end, things would always end up well
All the different paths would lead the same way
It'd be hard for things to always fail
Like a child, you wanted to break away from mom,
and it happened for you
and congratulaations you didn't turn into a bum.
Independence hasn't happened yet for me
Life is hard as it is
Breaking away now would just be dumb
and all the comfort I would miss.
Some day, though, I'll reach independence.
I'll have my career, my other half, my house
All surrounded by a fence.
When that day happens, America,
You'll be like me, too careless to celebrate
Not really caring for my date.