My face slowly sinks Sink melts gradually & starts to fold My blood's not cold I don't feel disease No aches or agonies But I'm growing old The grey-backed gla** says so I'm wasting away I'm being erased It's my birthday But I feel the same My beard is dying grey My pulse in slowly in my veins & I don't feel all-grown Even though I am, I know I'm wasting away I'm being erased It's my birthday But I feel the same My eye's framed by dark Nights & mornings have left their mark I'm not tired. I don't Feel the year at all I'm wasting away I'm being erased It's my birthday But I feel the same