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.