| Eyelids closed, can't see my way; is it night or is it day; and does it really matter anyway. Everything, it has to fall; why am I at her beck and call; and can I really give more than my all. It's not enough, it's not enough; there's no more effort and no more puff; and why is there such pain in this love. and you're trying to kill me and you're trying to kill me I don't think you quite get this thing at all and you're trying to kill me and you're trying to kill me and you�re trying |