I'm not like everyone else,
I'm different,
Everyone has families, jobs, lives, souls even.
They all moved on from this horrible tragedy,
but me, I stay put,
Im not human,
I have no family, nor friends,
One job is all I have, to make sure I'm breathing, staying alive,
Sure for now I stay alive,
but this soul I have,
Its about as cold as Hell freezing over.
