Treat me gently
Treat me gently when you get me dressed
My body's becoming fragile
My mind is growing quite depressed
I seem to have lost my smile
I'm not sure what this place is
It certainly isn't my home
Occasionally I recognise a face
But I know I live alone
I used to like the radio
My mind was free in books
Now the TV is always on
I don't like TV cooks
How much longer do I have to wait
In this decrepit body I've grown to hate?
At night I cry myself to sleep
Pleading the angels not to keep
Their all night vigil round my bed.
It's time to go home, time to go home
Andy and Teddy are saying goodbye
Goodbye.
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