Sometimes They Come Back

Please go back to where you came fromI lived just fine when you were deadAnd though you're back and clawing AT MY CHESTIt won't take more than this gun to clear my headThe winter it has comeSnow melts upon my skinThe frost comes, will itIce burns upon my lipsAnd I remember it andWhat it wasWhat it could have beenAnd all it meant to usAnd I remember just what you saidAnd I still shake at night from all that those words didPlease go back to where you came fromI lived just fine when you were deadAnd though you're back and clawing AT MY CHESTIt won't take more than this gun to clear my headJust footprints in the snowThat never lead back homeTo far to walk aloneAnd it's grown far too coldInside my chest has frozeOnce blood but now frost growsThrough veins of ice it flowsIt is lost if no one knowsIt's burning coldIt's burning coldIt's burning coldIt's burning coldIt's burning coldIt's burning cold