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She said it’s not dying that scares me
It’s the thought, that when I leave
The ones I love, won’t remember me
So put a red rose on my grave, there’s money for the kids we saved
It sure would be nice to see them
Times have changed, it’s not the same, I just don’t see what I’m fighting for
And I don’t want to be a burden anymore

The meds I’m on, I’m so confused
If Ronnie were here, he’d know what to do
Doctors gave him a year
Think he went five too long
Now all I have are these pictures
Lord I still can’t believe he’s gone

Got agent orange in Vietnam
But you’d never know how he carried on
He’d give you the shirt off his back
There’s never been a kinder man
I’m ready to see him again
I just don’t see what I’m fighting for
And I don’t want to be a Burden anymore

Put a red rose on my grave, there’s money for the kids we saved
I cry when I think about goodbye
Nobody visits anyways, and most days I’m just in pain
I don’t want to be a burden anymore

And I don’t want to be a burden anymore

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  1. Edgardo

    May 12, 2022 at 12:11 am

    Don’t be an enemy with every hand, an enemy with every annoyance.

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