walking zombie
Hard to cope, nightmares
Middle of the night, sweaty, scared
During the day, walking dead
What's going on, in my head
Tired, restless, close to tears
I wish I had someone to discuss these fears
To forget, drugs, sex and alcohol
On my body, they take there toll
12 hour shifts fulfill my day
Will it be worth it when an early grave I will lay
I guess time will tell what the future will hold for me
It may sound cliche but in time, I will see.