Hate Song

(Album: Songs Of Pain - 1981)

You won't even know who you are or what you're doing just you and your shadow on the wall
You won't even get nothing for Christmas; no one will take you to the mall. You'll be all alone
You'll be waiting by the phone, waiting for my call. You'll sit nervously waiting for it to ring
You'll be waiting by the phone, hoping it will ring, but it won't ring 'cause I won't call

You'll bite into your fingernails and spit them on the floor 'til you won't have no fingernails no more
You'll think about the good times that we used to have while staring at the cobwebs on your door
And you'll be all alone the clock will tick and it'll make you sick as every moment of your life passes by
You'll contemplate suicide with a knife one night, and it won't be nice

You'll be all alone yes, no one will be there to stop you
No one to clear your head, no one to talk you out of it, no one to hear the last words that you said
No one will shed a tear, no one will be there to find you dead 'cause you'll be all alone