Thoughts From A Dying Man
What am I to end up with
Now that I am all alone?
Just an old TV and a pack of cigarettes
A broken radio and a picture
To remind me of the way I look
And who's gonna be there for me
When there's no legacy to leave?
No one will ever have my ashes
No friends, no kids, not even the past
Will cry for me when I am all gone
Isn't life just a painful way
To prepare us to live after death?
These are the things I'd like to think of
With my last breath
Remember when we were so high
We can see each other in the dark
I still care for those days
I wish you could be here right now
So I can say to you goodbye
After all, you were the love of my life
But it's all over now
I'm fading away
I'm gonna see you somehow
From beyond the grave
I'm gonna see you somehow
From the other side
What am I to end up with
Now that I am all alone?
Just an old TV and a pack of cigarettes
A broken radio and a picture
To remind me of the way I look
Isn't life just a painful way
To prepare us to live after death?
These are the things I'd like to think of
With my last breath
With my last breath
Oh, with my last breath, oh
Now that I am all alone?
Just an old TV and a pack of cigarettes
A broken radio and a picture
To remind me of the way I look
And who's gonna be there for me
When there's no legacy to leave?
No one will ever have my ashes
No friends, no kids, not even the past
Will cry for me when I am all gone
Isn't life just a painful way
To prepare us to live after death?
These are the things I'd like to think of
With my last breath
Remember when we were so high
We can see each other in the dark
I still care for those days
I wish you could be here right now
So I can say to you goodbye
After all, you were the love of my life
But it's all over now
I'm fading away
I'm gonna see you somehow
From beyond the grave
I'm gonna see you somehow
From the other side
What am I to end up with
Now that I am all alone?
Just an old TV and a pack of cigarettes
A broken radio and a picture
To remind me of the way I look
Isn't life just a painful way
To prepare us to live after death?
These are the things I'd like to think of
With my last breath
With my last breath
Oh, with my last breath, oh
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Writer(s): Franco Gravante
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