Thing We Had To Do For School

I am a sick man… I am a spiteful man. The years have passed me by Why couldn’t I have made a stand I lie in bed, wondering why I am a sick man… I’m a regretful man. The years have passed me by All that time I could have ran, But now it’s too late to fly I am a sick man… I’m an unhappy man. The years have passed me by I could well have saved her life But I didn’t, and now I die I am a sick man… I’m a dying man. The years have passed me by Now it’s far too late to change It’s time to say goodbye