Icicles by Punchline
You are an icicle (you are an icicle, warmth of the season can't melt)
You are an icicle (you are an icicle, coldest that I've ever felt)
And I know, how it feels, to be facing the frost on your own
This is the last time(this is the last time)
I let the winter have it's way with me
Frostbite, you are an icicle, as cold as an icicle
Frostbite, you are an icicle
And I know, how it feels, to be spending a Christmas alone
The presents you boxed still remain in the closet, wrapped up in boxes at home
For some strange reason, thought this was the season, I'm working on a naughty list.
I know that these chills, are all just because of the air
This is my last time (this is my last time) by New Year's Eve, I'll forget a year.
So far I haven't got anything I wanted.
Left you a gift at your door, you won't see me anymore.