I've been murdered dozens of times
Mercilessly, repetitiously by my peers at school
My heart has been incised to its very core.
I still bleed, even to this day.
You could say I'm a
Dead man limping.

I'm a ghost of the person I once was
I gave myself up long ago
And now dwell in a shell of morbid existence

My shell was invincible, so I thought
Mistaken was I
Now I quake in fear for tomorrow I face
A firing squad aiming for my heart
I thought I was strong,
But I am only a
Dead man limping

When will it end?!
Fire at will!
I struggled in vain
I struggle no more
They didn't care, they didn't know
But they all, every last one
Murdered a dead man limping