you're a withering willow that's been caught up in a stormna river of negative thoughts and ugly formsnleave no stone unturned and no dress untornnmake him wish that he had never been bornnnyou're a dark tree branch that's been dead on the groundnthe weight of the snow dragging you down to where you were later foundncitizens walk by but they won't do a thingnfall to your final sleep as their god damned cell phones ringnnyou're a fast-talking, card-swapping traveling mannout riding the rails doing the best that you cannlook up and down and everything seems alrightnthings have changed, no use to put up any fight nnyou're a withering willow that's been caught up in a stormna river of negative thoughts and ugly formsnleave no stone unturned and no dress untornnmake him wish that he had never been born