Que será??

Después de esta serie de festividades cumplañerezcas, me llegó la pregunta de cuántas personas nunca han festejado su cumpleaños, tal vez porque no tienen familia, o tal vez la tengan pero es disfuncional, cuántos no saben ni el día en que nacieron, porque los abandonaron en un contenedor de basura, los dejaron a su suerte...

Hoy, no pude evitar sentirme triste, porque extrañé la llamada de felicitación que nos hacía mi abuelita...no quiero pensar en el día en que esté sola...y que ni yo me acuerde de felicitarme....

La siguiente canción se llama "Lonely at the top"...fue escrita para la hija de Kurt Cobain...
Cómo habrán sido los cumpleaños de ésta niña, sin su papá....y con una madre perdida en las drogas y el alcohol?

Tell Franie I'm sorry she didn't get to know her dad ...
I'll bet he's sorry he didn't get to know you to...Tell her there'll be people singing things that make her sad...
How her daddy felt alone how he was hurtin' badI guess that won't be too far from the truth...

Yeah, it's lonely at the top...
Happy is one thing it's not...
I was jaded, suffocated, it got too hard to breath...But I never got as high as I needed to be...
You know life becomes worthless when they steal your dreams...
I just couldn't live with what was left for meAnd I couldn't run far enough from the truth, what's the use

Tell Franie, I'm sorry I better kiss her when she cries...
I'm sorry I left her, never said good bye...Didn't mean to leave you all alone but then the music died...
Through the song remains the same, I couldn't live that lieYou know that ain't too far from the truth...