I am the walking dead heart breaker my apologies
I'm happy, you'll never understand
What it's like to be, trapped under six feet of solid glass
I can see out, but no one gets in
Screaming at the prison, I've locked myself into
I'm sorry, I'm still breathing and that I'll kill again
But the loneliness is too much for me to handle
The taste of fresh blood pushes me on
I told myself the con sent pain
Could've eased the tension burning inside
But the nights were cold and the days dragged to weeks
I will die here alone I will die