Undead Woes (Other Version)

What do you do if you can't feel? How do you know if this is real? When do I get a chance to life steal? Who am I to have been given this deal? Undead, unfeeling, unkillable! This life, unlife, is so miserable! I want it to end, but it, never began, Please try, shoot me, kill me again! A very long time ago, I was killed, My young adult life, now limited thrills, As the story goes, it leaves with chills, As my story didn't end, I stand up still. As the years go by, I stay alive, Even though I'm dead, I still thrive, Like how a bee goes to the hive, I seek purpose with this undead life. Undead, unfeeling, unkillable! This life, unlife, is so miserable! I want it to end, but it, never began, Please try, shoot me, kill me again! But as you'll find out, I can't die... This time I can't say goodbye, Guess I'll keep wondering why, As my memory fades, choice is a lie! You have a mind, it retains thoughts, All I have is one, that constantly rots. Though it regenerates, my memories does not, So I can't learn, and cannot be taught. Despite all the glory and faith, God has left my side these days, Only the cold dark void, always awaits, Though I still can't feel anything anyways... Undead, unfeeling, unkillable! This life, unlife, is so miserable! I want it to end, but it, never began, Please try, shoot me, kill me again! But as you'll find out, I can't die... This time I can't say goodbye, Guess I'll keep wondering why, As my memory fades, choice is a lie! The dirt shifts, as I begin to rise. My purpose clear, as the others die. I am the one to kill, as you'll find, Nothing deep in my vacant black eyes. As the years go by, I stay alive, Even though I'm dead, I stay alive, Even though I'm dead, I stay alive, Even though I'm dead, I live again. Immortality came at a giant price, A soul tethered to this bad roll of the dice, Skin so cold, it rivals the northmost ice, I seek work, to be used as a device. My skills limited to ones close to death, Try and choke me, but I have no breath, As the night falls, so does your head, Cleaved off by my hands, I wish it was me instead... Undead, unfeeling, unkillable! This life, unlife, is so miserable! I want it to end, but it, never began, Please try, shoot me, kill me again! But as you'll find out, I can't die... This time I can't say goodbye, Guess I'll keep wondering why, As my memory fades, choice is a lie! Unable to feel, I still hate this unlife, I wish I could just die, yet I am given strife, No matter where I cut with this knife, I am stuck being alive with no life...