The Birthday Massacre

Wait dear
The time is getting late here
I'm all washed up
Embraced with faint applause
Dressed in a cheap facade
I'm looking for a place I'll never see again
A night turns to a day
A street I've never walked on
I was never here
I'm just a faint reflection
The day turns to a month
A second of affection
I was never here
I'm just a faint reflection