I Hate December - IVY

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