The dust had settled
It was finally
Peaceful
I was learning to love
Myself
Then the undead rose
Climbed from its grave
It was a vengeful spirit
Out to get me
It has ahold of me
I'm screaming
Trying to get away
But it's taking me down
Once again
Love can be evil
Love can hurt you
Love will try to take you down once more
Love can come back from the dead
What's dead, should stay dead
Or should it?
