a bout of deep depression, can't seem to move it forward. my lying eyes lie awake, I'm not sure what I am after. I've never died before. can't live what happened yesterday. I've never stoned the crow.
Flip through endless stories A life of hand-written pain No one to share the hurt that's mine, mine, mine I've never died before. can't pick what happened yesterday. I should've stoned the crow.
same old say, same old day, no matter how I try, no matter what I say, I'm blamed, I'm shamed, I'm judged unfairly. so now I've died before. It feels as bad as yesterday. I never stoned the crow. you, too, have died before. I thought it sown as yesterday. I never stoned the crow.