If I told you all the things I had to say I think my heart would break 'Cause I know you like to be the first To cut the cake Even when it's not your birthday You say you love me I say it back You raise your voice Sometimes we laugh But why's it have to be like that? There's more to life than a photograph You think you know what's in my head If I had my way I won't be sad But why's it have to be like that? I just want to be a pink giraffe