I am dead and living, the living dead they call me,
You have already killed me with your silence, actions and words,
There's nothing more in me that is left for you to take,
My soul has long been gone to give any chase,
So dunt you worry your gals are very safe,
What you see is just the shell, with tears on its lifeless face,
In the streets we may pass, dont be surprised
If this souless shell looks through while walking past,
Dont ever cry for me, I am sure you wont,
Nothing of you was ever meant for me, you never let it mean
Let me be, this living dead wants to walk alone.....
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