Sing

My stiff upper lip
And bulldog constitution
Can no longer stop
The tears from falling

I've seen the future
In x-ray and CT scan
And my twilight years
Are painted blood red

An average lifespan for me
Is looking like wishful thinking
And I feel sorry for myself
But sorrier for my family

I'm a lost cause
And there are no treatments
That will do anything but make me
Comfortable

I've seen people suffering through
What they call comfort
And it's not for me
The fat lady has sung

And her song
Is for me.