On repeat

Tell her how you must've lost your mind
When you left her all alone
And never told her why

// I am good with birthdays, especially of people who matter to me. I don't need reminders, & I'll be looking forward to that special day.

But it is unfair. You made your birth date significant enough to remember and then you left. Now it seems like I had never been known to you at all.

That sequence of numbers representing you is permanent and it's hard to forget. Likewise, that feeling of knowing my worth (or lack thereof) to you.

I don't need any more of such yous.