| I am the walking dead heartbreaker, my apologies
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| I’m happy you’ll never understand, what it’s like to be
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| Trapped under six feet of, solid glass
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| I can see out, but no one gets in
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| Screaming at this prison, I’ve locked myself into
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| I’m sorry that I’m still breathing, and that I’ll kill again
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| But the loneliness is too much, for me to handle
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| But the taste for fresh blood, pushes me on
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| I told myself the constant pain would ease the tension burning inside
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| But the nights were cold and the days dragged to weeks
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| I will die, here alone, I will die
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| The fear of romance
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| The pain of living
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| The joy of sorrow
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| The strength of not forgiving
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| The fear of romance
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| The pain of living
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| The joy of sorrow
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| The strength of not forgiving
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| God help me, I’m so tired
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| But in my dreams the wolves eat out my soul
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| God help me, I’m so frightened
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| But in my dreams wolves tear out my heart
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| I used to be golden, a saint in a time of sorrow
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| But then the turning came, and I kissed the sun goodbye
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| Don’t you get it, it’s always darker in my eyes
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| The screams of my brothers egging me on |