Why are you
Why aren't you
There's no hope it's
Too late it has always been too late
Give up go back to bed there's no hope There's
So much to do There's not enough to do There is no hope
Why do I fall down
I wake and feel the fell of dark not that of day
This is my one goal
I don't think I'll be coming back this way again
Ailing with psychomotor retardation
So many pills treating tardive dyskinesia
Too tired to argue too
Tired of the games
People find me interesting
Even if I have ceased to interest myself
Why do I fall down
I wake and feel the fell of dark not that of day
This is my one goal
I don't think I'll be coming back this way again
