| Push me further down the halls. |
| I want to see something else than these white
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| walls
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| And give me some other sound than of the distinct steps of death walking around,
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| telling everyone to keep calm and let him let them carry on
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| But this blood won’t pump any faster through this heart and it feels just like
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| they’re feeding me with hope from a straw
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| So give me time and time again
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| I want to be there with my friends
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| Give me one more day before the end, I’m gonna finish everything
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| Because I ain’t ready, I ain’t ready to die today
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| So bring me back to the start where this morphine is worth nothing at all
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| And take the needle from my vains. |
| I just want to feel alive again
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| I am gonna rise up from this bed and burn my last will and testament
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| And I say goodbye to every single piece of hair on my skin and it feels just
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| like I should provide a goodbye to everything
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| So doctor, doctor, give me time and time again
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| I want to be there with my friends
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| Give me one more day before the end, I just want to say goodbye to them
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| Because I ain’t ready, I ain’t ready to die today
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| So give me a place where I can see the earth and the trees, where I’m not
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| hooked up and torn apart by chemotherapy
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| Give me that moment in time when this life was something worth dying for but
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| death was never in sight
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| I wanted time and time again but cancer screwed it up my friend
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| It was my last will and testament but death won’t understand
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| That I ain’t ready, I ain’t ready to die today |