The Living Dead Man
I died at 13 cant you see
Though I still wait for them to bury me
I walk alone through this life
And miss me still

Every thing I touch is broken
All my dreams are ever stolen
Alone I'm doomed to be
Living Dead Man Eternally

People who bring me hope today
Will always leave tomorrow
Always filled with great sorrow
Always hurt from knowing me

The Living Dead Man
Copyright ©2001 Christopher Mandrell