.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 help 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
