Walking dead

Yeah. Twohundred dollars an hour the rate for me to have someone to hear what I say. To have a chance to communicate and not worry about being pushed away. Don't want to sound like I take it for granted, my therapist's great. But the sad fact remains, I only have someone to talk to as long as they're getting payed. Struggling to find a balance between trying to be a human being and the mindless drone, heart of stone, dead soul useful to society. All that I get is an hour a week to remeber I breathe, remember I bleed, I know it sounds soft, I know it sounds weak, but I'm only still breathing because of God and therapy

Yeah, I know it's better left unsaid! Yes, I know, that I should keep it in my head! But, I'm hanging by a thread! Starving myself to keep everyone fed! Welcome to the mind of men! Where we have to play pretend! Sadly, no, I'm not alone. Just one of countless dead souls in the army of the walking dead! The walking dead. Sadly, no, I'm not alone

Yeah. like a sick and really twisted version of karma, my words always come back to attack me. If I open up, I'm just loading up the gun, you'll eventually fire back at me. I really don't understand why women think they deserve the right when a man confides, use his words to try ruin his life and then take pride. It's a weapon of my words that you make. Always keeping track of everything I say and you store them away! Lie and wait for the perfect time to eviscerate! Because you know the strongest blade is the one that was forged of my own pain. Sharpened with my own shame, you know when you hit me with it that I'm bound to break!

Yeah, I know it's better left unsaid! Yes, I know, that I should keep it in my head! But, I'm hanging by a thread! Starving myself to keep everyone fed! Welcome to the mind of men! Where we have to play pretend! Sadly, no, I'm not alone. Just one of countless dead souls in the army of the walking dead!