I’m incontinent I soil the sheets my heartbeat is growing weak I even find it hard to speak as my urine from me leaks I strap on my colostomy bag I’m feeling like an old rag I stagger slowly slow and meek death for me would be a release My mind is like a leaking sieve my memories I can’t relive I walk a hundred miles in pain I stagger disconsolate and lame So my death I cannot wait it’s an event I’ll celebrate My funeral it seems to me is an event to set me freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
