My Next Birthday

Another day
In my empty room
Another gloomy sunday
A handful of candles
A chocolate cake
Dripping ice cream comes
Shall I wait or
Shall I cut off the phone
My next birthday
I will spend it alone
Alone, alone, alone
Alone, alone, alone
The constant roaring of a lorry
Just like a slap in my face
The distant calls of your fury
This is no time to worry
A single hour to celebrate
My ever ending birthday party
Shall I wait or
Shall I cut off the phone
My next birthday
I will spend it
Alone, alone, alone
Spend it alone, alone, alone
Spend it alone, alone, alone
Spend it alone, alone, alone
My next birthday I will spend it alone
My next birthday I will spend it alone
My next birthday I will spend it alone
My next birthday I will spend it alone

Alone... spend it alone...