The Loving Dead

So many things I want to make
So many pics I want to take
But so few hits my heart can take
'fter all this time my hands still shake

Everytime you're out of sight
My mind goes out of control
I think I ran out of luck
The day you ran out of love
Too many times feels like I run out of hope
But I will hang on until you run out of bullets

I've been shot down so many times
I just can't help but getting up
People calling me Walking Dead
But haven't seen my grave yet
Tell me I still have a shot
I am still your Loving Dead
Screaming your name 'til my last breath