You've died and came back to life so many times
I would've rathered killing myself
But I thought seeing you die would be much different
You were once dead to me
But now your the dead revived
I thought that I've killed you off
But I forgot that zombies never die
Your always in my head...
Trying to know your way back in....
But now you've got me brain dead
You're my night terrors
You're my worst nightmare
You're my realistic Zombie Apocalypse
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
