I need glasses now, the world is all blurred,
When I try to focus things just get worse
Thoughts jump from pure to totally absurd
Like seeing things too clearly is a curse.
And even when it works the eye deceives
If I look at the trees I just see green,
But I cannot count any of the leaves.
There's something deep inside me being mean.
As though my time on earth is running out
And gradually my body's breaking down,
There's less and less for me to brag about
Without sounding a bit like I'm a clown.
So, slowly, slowly, slowly draws the end,
For you and me and everyone my friend.
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