Fatal Dose Of Temazepam

(I) as always got
Home
Hands empty and the head in readiness
I wanted to be much more than that
But it's empty
That sets the tone for my whole claim

(II)
I know it's always late to remember
it is true that there is more to do
The rest all do not stop no matter

If I were stretched a desire to go

I do not sound quite good if
I may not sound at all
The rest goes and gets the impression
In anguish, sleep and only

(III)
No matter how much time will pass I'm still the same
be lost as
Words are only words But

are the same words that I save at the end

I do not sound quite good
If I can not sound at all
The rest goes and gets the impression
From anxiety, sleep and only