Some say its cause I don't know how to die, that I don't fall to the ground stay their and lie, for the rest of eternity until god does spy, my wandering spirit and bring it to the sky, no that can't be true because i've never tried. Others believe its cause I don't feel pain, that my body moves on when its no longer human, to look at my skin that has been ripped and maimed, ponder how my limbs returned to my frame, they say my mind cannot be sane, that i gleefully am still their bane. Few believe I've lost my soul, and am desperately searching to again be whole, that with blood i'm trying to pay the toll, that might again place me in a lovers role.
Cause i'm broken this anyone can see, and anyone else would beg to be free, from the confines of life that are keeping me, strapped to this mortal world. But the only thing that keeps me warm at night, is an unhealthy cup of spite, so fight against them i will with all my might. And i'll give them a taste of fear, because yes its true I am broken my dear, but not nearly defeated at all right here.
