Hospice
Prologue.
Twenty-seven years old and already wasting away.
Back home in the hospital because there's nowhere else to go.
I was a showgirl for a while, name in lights with adoring fans,
now I'm just another burden.
My Mother's dead and my Dad wants nothing to do with me
"Why am I still here?" feels like a good question.
Back home in the hospital because there's nowhere else to go.
I was a showgirl for a while, name in lights with adoring fans,
now I'm just another burden.
My Mother's dead and my Dad wants nothing to do with me
"Why am I still here?" feels like a good question.