I hate this hospital room
All I feel inside, is gloom
I am of the age of eighty three
Wish they would just let me be
My wife died three months ago
Oh God, how I miss her so
To be with her I want to try
Why won't they let me die?
The stomach cancer causes pain
No matter the morphine, it will remain
I have to piss now, in a bag
Sometimes my nurse can be a hag
My life is over, can't they see?
This isn't very fair for me
Every day I watch my son cry
Why won't they let me die?
All I feel inside, is gloom
I am of the age of eighty three
Wish they would just let me be
My wife died three months ago
Oh God, how I miss her so
To be with her I want to try
Why won't they let me die?
The stomach cancer causes pain
No matter the morphine, it will remain
I have to piss now, in a bag
Sometimes my nurse can be a hag
My life is over, can't they see?
This isn't very fair for me
Every day I watch my son cry
Why won't they let me die?
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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