What have I done?
What have I done?
How could I be so blind?
All is lost, where was I?
Spoiled all, spoiled all.
Everything's gone all wrong.
What have I done?
What have I done?
Find a deep cave to hide in...
In a million years they'll find me,
only dust and a plaque
that reads, "Here Lies Poor Old Jack".
But I never intended all this madness, never.
And nobody really understood, how could they?
That all I ever wanted was to bring them something great;
why does nothing ever turn out like it should?
Well, what the heck, I went and did my best
and, by God, I really tasted something swell.
And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky
and at least I left some stories they can tell, I did.
And for the first time since I don't remember when
I felt just like my old bony self again.
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King...
That's right, I am the Pumpkin King, ha, ha, ha...
And I just can't wait until next Halloween
'cause I've got some new ideas
that will really make them scream.
And, by God, I'm really gonna give it all my might...
Uh oh...I hope there's still time to set things right...
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Rick Grimes 2020. Because this isn't a democracy anymore.
Things don't get better because you want them to.
All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Always up for a Walking Dead RP. PM me for my plots or toss me yours; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Buying art of my OC.
Things don't get better because you want them to.
All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Always up for a Walking Dead RP. PM me for my plots or toss me yours; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Buying art of my OC.