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.