Im tired, I have no place to go
Im fired, they fired me years ago
Its lonley, but I got used to this
Im not afraid anymore--
  Im always afraid--

Those eyes are looking at me so close now
And how will I handle this world, please tell me how
I wanna run, I have no legs
I wanna shout, Imy brain is dead

    i would like to cut your face
    i would love if you'll cut mine

I wanted to keep going.....  really!!
But im sorry, I couldn't..
Somebady made me a zombie
And it feels kind of nice sometimes