The one that led you out of the woods.
I followed the path for days.
And then I found you'd been gone for years.
I stumbled home to my front door.
Everything you own on the kitchen floor.
Come home, please just,
Won't you come home?
It's getting too cold for your pale skin out there.
Because there are wolves, haven't you heard?
How they have a thing for blonde haired blue eyed girls like you.
If any of them touches one thread on your winter coat,
I'll hunt each one down and slit their god-damned throats.
Your neck on the tracks,
Your back was never strong enough,
X's on your maps,
Good luck untangling this mess.