Sixty-Five Roses


With my lungs they give in easy
I'm fighting it makes me queasy
All strength is taken by coughing
Blue lips painted upon my face
Breathing machines invade my personal space
A longer hospital stay awaits
Sixty-five roses but what no one knows is, here I am in misery
A few more pills to take
Every breath feels like drowning
But you will never catch me frowning

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