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Gramma
I don't want to live 'til I'm old and grey.
I want to die before they put me away.
I want to die young
While I'm still having fun
When the good times come
More often than the bad.
I want to die soon
While I'm still in full bloom
When I'm singing my own tune
Before I'm faced with ultimate doom.
They tied gramma to her bed last night
So she wouldn't run away.
"It's for her own good you know"
Was all that they could say.
Memories imprisoned inside her mind
No-one to share them with anymore.
Grampa's dead, and her children are grown.
They have lives of their own,
New seeds to be sown.
No need for the future,
She dwells in the past.
From the rest of society
She has been virtually cast.
Lonely and bored, she simply survives.
She has no desire to accomplish, or criticize.
She's lost the laugh in her voice, the fire in her eyes.
She sits by the phone; It does not ring; She crys.
I don't want to live 'til I'm old and grey.
I want to die before they put me away.
I want to die young
While I'm still having fun
When the good times come
More often than the bad.
I want to die soon
While I'm still in full bloom
When I'm singing my own tune
Before I'm faced with ultimate doom.
They tied gramma to her bed last night
So she wouldn't run away.
"It's for her own good you know"
Was all that they could say.
Memories imprisoned inside her mind
No-one to share them with anymore.
Grampa's dead, and her children are grown.
They have lives of their own,
New seeds to be sown.
No need for the future,
She dwells in the past.
From the rest of society
She has been virtually cast.
Lonely and bored, she simply survives.
She has no desire to accomplish, or criticize.
She's lost the laugh in her voice, the fire in her eyes.
She sits by the phone; It does not ring; She crys.