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...