I Hate December

All I know is what I feel And what I feel is all too real It's pecking hard, it's cracked the egg It's come to life Oh, God I hate December December, December God I hate December All I know is what I dream But lately dreams have been such scary things Of suicide and frozen ice Over my pale body Suffocating December December, December God I hate December Oh, God I hate, God I hate December December, December God I hate December