As i try to sleep my blood still creeps and crawls. It's over, it's always over and now my heart stalls. IT STALLS. I used to make excuses of why you couldn't love me but now i see it was me. IT WAS ME. Incapable of love, incapable of love, no reason to live, no reason to live. As this incompasses me, i'm holding onto the last of my feelings. Those that made me feel so secure, now that i've lost all security. I won't let myself be the victim this time, cuz i'm not like all the other guys. I'm not like the other guys, I'm not like the other guys. As this plague eats me alive, i still wonder what i should have sacraficed. Everytime this happens a little piece of me dies, and there aren't any pieces left to die. I'm done. You can keep us in the dawn, but i'm way to done. I'll never recover from what you've done but i'll always be there before the dawn. When this flesh rips away, i 'll be there to rip the flesh away from you for the pain that you'll never see. You'll never understand this, when i finally turn, r the first person i will turn. I'll eat yr brains to make you feel like me, and feel all my hurt and misery. you'll still never understand me, you never will, not even i'm a zombie.
