A bout of deep depression.
can't seem to move it forward.
my lying eyes lie awake.
not sure what i am after.
i never died before.
can't live what happened yesterday.
i never stoned the crow, no.
flip through endless stories.
a life of hand-written pain.
no one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
i never died before.
can't be what happened yesterday.
i shouldn't stone the crow, no.
ride on!
same old city, same old pain.
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, no.
you too have died before.
it's more than less of yesterday.
i never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.