Not been a long time
But it does feel so
20 years seems too long for me
Before I was dead and set to be free
While few wanna be 100 or more
20 years seems too long for me

And now I'm wondering
Am I weak or just unlucky
Since no one was ever there to hear me
This pen to me is most trustworthy
Wrote this down cause my soul was eaten by flea
And now,
I'm the lively dead
Moving on the floor while my body drags
There's something inside that lags
**** me before I shoot you dead

9 was pulled straight in my head
Although it never made it through
Stuck in my brain
Giving me lifelong of the pain
I don't think I belong to anyone
Let me die in the vain
Now my heart is coldest from the inside
Physical pain was an escape to me
From getting worse and worse mental health
Cause I'm the lively dead

My hand on the head
Legs in the grave
Thinking about
What should I do ahead
I myself is the light
But would I even be enough bright
To force that darkness into the corner really tight
Caue I'll always be the lively dead.