by normsherman on Wed Apr 16, 2008 5:03 pm
My heart is bleeding and I can’t deal with the pain
Your words cut through me like a knife
These wounds will never heal, these scars will still remain
I feel like I’m dead inside, but somehow still alive
I’m not an angsty teenager, just going through a phase
I’m not just trying to find myself, I’m not just at that age
I’m a zombie, (I’m 16)
Noone understands me (cuz I can’t speak)
It’s me against society (and I’m hungry)
They call me Mr Undead-
But I’m also Misunderstood
It was the
Planets aligning with the moon
That made me rise up from my tomb
I lurched around past my curfew
And so you sent me to my room
Next day your were banging on my door
Said that I needed to do my chores
I don’t think you even realize
That I’m not living anymore
Tell me what page it’s on
In the Necronomicon
that says before the dead will walk the earth
They had to mow the lawn?
I don’t want your sympathy; I don’t need your lame advice
You can’t tell me how to live cuz technically I already died
You could never feel my pain; I don’t know why you even try
You can’t tell me how to live cuz technically I’m not alive
And later on the very next day
You logged into my myspace page
And read the blog that I just wrote
That said I wanted to eat your brains
You’re stupid rules are all so lame
And you’re nagging is relentless
I don’t see how my eating brains
Is any of your business
Your sticks and stones may break my bones
And your flamethrowers may burn me
But only direct headshots
Ultimately concern me
I don’t want your sympathy; I don’t need your lame advice
You can’t tell me how to live cuz technically I already died
You could never feel my pain; I don’t know why you even try
You can’t tell me how to live cuz technically I’m not alive
Clean you room, take out the trash, go to school and cut the grass
No more groans no more growls, no more moaning pointless vowels
Get a haircut get a job, don’t eat the cat don’t eat the dog
No more lurching ,no more drool, I’m sick and tired of all your rules
I’m a zombie, (I’m 16)
Nobody dont understand me (cuz I can’t speak)
It’s me against society (and I’m hungry)
They call me Mr Undead-
But I’m just Misunderstood
"Give us all some Jelly"