My soul is numb,
My heart is heavy.
Something keeps on,
Pulling me in my grave.
Who knows I am dead already?
Do you call this being alive?
An eyesore of seeing me,
Dying inside with the hope,
A hope that urges me to live.
Sometimes I don’t feel how I feel but,
Being alive is more beyond.
Don’t pity on me,
Nor mercy for me but,
My mind will blossom in wisdom,
My death will be a surprise but remember,
I am a dead man walking,
No need to cry for me coz,
I won’t care.
Even the pain in my soul,
One day will wake me up.
Of course,
I am a dead man walking.