the walking dead
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Inside the art room I reside,
Sharpening paint brushes
No longer used for art on paper
Tell me a secret.
Tell me something no one else knows.
Tell me something no one else understands.
Tell me a secret.
Come here. Closer. Closer.
Do you wanna know a secret?
i was on my way to the gym at 4am this morning
i felt like the walking dead
my body was tired, but that's ok
it's time to wake up
that didn't bother me
what struck me was when i saw young people
Together we fall
Together we rise
Overcome our struggles
And try to survive
The dead live now
And the living die
Our hearts harden
No tears in eye
Do we fight onwards
