To Rot Alone
Cold and stale coke in the fridge
A jar to fill with joy
What's the point if I end up in a ditch
I miss you, I think, you old weird witch
Stuck to die and rot all alone
I wonder if heaven is a place you can call, home
Dark and stormy nights
Long and tiresome fights
Never seeing any beautiful sights
Every night is filled with fright
Stuck to die and rot all alone
I wonder if heaven is a place you can call, home
Well, you were stuck in that chair
Never got bathed or fixed your hair
But you were old to be fair
Thinking of your life, I just can't bear
Stuck to die and rot all alone
I wonder if heaven is a place you can call, home
Autor(es): Kasper Abild