Not dead
Not fully alive
Just came back from the zombies
To sickness and health
For the love to the hate
Don't take me with you
Let me choose my own rode
Let me travel threw the paths
I've chosen before, to away
Consider my options based on mistakes
Not dead not fully alive
Can't feel for you what I've felt before
For the good and the bad
Does it make you happy?
I want to be happy
Sometimes I want to scream or cry,
Like a human-being, just like you
But I can't 'cause of the zombies
And I am not like you
And you do not love me
It surely doesn't make me happy
It makes me wanne die