i'm just so depressed it hurts...

Its a good year for a murder She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger There's no tears, cause he's not here She washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner But soon they'll be coming, to rush her away No one's so sure if her crime had a reason Reasons like seasons They constantly change And the seasons of last year Like reasons have floated away Away with this spilt milk Away with this dirty dish water, away Seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter "It's me and the moon," she says I got no trouble with that But i am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die "It's me and the moon," she says And it's over, but just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia Shakedown away You marry a role and You give up your soul til you break down "It's me and the moon," she says I got no trouble with that, But I am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die "It's me and the moon," she says But what do you say we go for a ride? What do you say we get high? But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night "It's me and the moon," she says And I got no trouble with that, But I am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly --something corporate RIP. may you find the peace in death you didn't have in life.

Reaching for a hand that isn’t all there What else can I do but let go? I’m falling on my own words For the echo they leave in my head And the arguments that ring in my ears Reflect faults the both of us have suffered And the kind words become so rare… Why should I talk if I will not be heard? For after so many times of denial Of loneliness, of nothing to lean on Despair closes around my neck And strangles my heart of all hope I’m reaching and reaching for you But you won’t be reached for.