- cifra
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 city)
Same old tale (same old tale)
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
I fought as hard as yesterday
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no
