Flowers For Your Algernon

When your mind and memories are fading away, remember the little mouse Algernon. Photo Adewale Oshineye: https://www.flickr.com/photos/adewale_oshineye/16366139566/ Lyrics: You forget the name of your child, once in a while You try to grab memories, but they're not there anymore You call your friend on the phone, he died a while ago Still you remember your loss And you fear it's getting worse. You forget the path of your home, once in a while You try to grasp new ideas, but they're not new anymore You don't know what you've done, it was seconds ago. Now you feel you're lost, The world around you is more than ambiguous. --- You're feeling the regression, Prepare the flowers for your Algernon. You've lost yourself, so to say, Algernon, in her grave does lay. You're feeling the regression, I'll bring the flowers for your Algernon. --- You forget the name of your child, all the time You cannot grab memories, they don't exist anymore You try to use the phone, t'was cut a while ago. You do not remember your loss, Those around you are feeling worse. --- You cannot feel the regression, I'll tend the grave of your Algernon. You've lost yourself, so to say, Algernon, in her grave does lay. You cannot feel the regression, I'll tend the grave of your Algernon. You've lost yourself, so to say, Algernon, in her grave does lay. --- You cannot feel your regression, I'll bring the flowers for your Algernon (ad lib)