I Hate You When You Walk Away

Each time you walk down that hall
To board your flight,
I hate you with all my might.

Every time I drive you to the airport
I die inside,
For I know, once again
Where the loneliness will hide.

Driving home, alone
I know it well.
An empty house with empty rooms
Wait for me in hell.

Each time you walk down that hall
To catch your flight,
I hate you
With all my might.