Daniel Johnston - Hate Song | Текст песни

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• Daniel Johnston
• Hate Song

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 nothin' 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