by The Tiger Lillies I’m incontinent I soil the sheets My heart beat is Growing weak, I Even find it Hard to speak As my urine From me leaks I strap on my col- Ostomy 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 hun- Dred yards in pain I’m a slacker dis- Consolate and lame For my death I Cannot wait It’s an event I’ll Celebrate My funeral, it Seems to me Is an event to Set me free My funeral, it Seems to me Is an event to Set me free! |
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sorry you’re depressed.