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.