Brain tumour

My beautiful long hair I’m going to lose
I guess there is not much for me to choose
All these people around me are going through the same thing
We are all here with tubes on our arms and hearing the clock ticking

This time next year I’ll be gone
But there is still so much to be done
In the end I won’t even be able to move
When there is still so much I want to do

These headaches I feel are taking its tone
These seizures are chilling me to the bone
These symptoms are only going to get worse
Sometimes it feels like this is my curse

This time next year I’ll be gone
But there is still so much to be done
In the end I won’t even be able to say
How much I still love you every day

This grim treatment is making me feel so sick
Everything falls apart, I have no grip
I’m going to have to fight
But honestly I don’t think I’ll be all right

This time next year I’ll be gone
But there is still so much to be done
When the walls that hold me together are going to tumble down
Will you still be around
And help me to make my way to the great beyond