My eyes are heavy, the TV's loud, my mind's a little fried.
It's taking hours to write each letter; each sentence is taking days.
It's been three weeks from when I started and it doesn't fill a page.
A year has passed, my family left, the house is getting dusty;
My beard is long, my hair is gone, my pen is getting rusty.
Can't quite remember when I started, or what I've really said;
Guess I'll finish - I see a light! OK, that's it. I'm dead.
