It's snowing and I look outside,
I see my own face and nothing more.
I feel the cold set in as I remember that day
and it chills me to the core.
And I wish I could be gone
hurt and buried in the ground.
And I can feel the regret wash over me.
I can feel it all around.
And I wish someone could be mine.
Like you were.
I feel it getting colder inside of my head,
seeing memories of you and I and things I should have said.
And they won't ever leave. You won't ever leave.
Not to me.
To me.
You'll always be with me.
With me.
You'll always be with me.
I'll keep you locked away
like a trinket, like a bad, bad dream
you're trying to forget
but you keep on falling asleep.
Emily, come back to me.
Please, Emily, come back to me.
What I wouldn't do
for another chance with you.
Another day with you.
What I wouldn't give for you.
I tell myself I'll be okay
but will it really ever be okay?
Is it ever gonna be okay?
Emily, come back to me.
Please, Emily, come back to me.
Come back...