Stones & Feathers

There's nothing left for me to do Just like time and time and time again What else is left for me to prove? But when it comes around I can't help falling down Is this the state of so-called pleasure? Or just the weight of stones & feathers I'm not myself, maybe I'm never Just like tear that fades away Just like a word I can't express or can't explain A thousand voices in my brain I wish they'd comfort me Instead it's torturing Is this the state of so-called pleasure? Or just the way I'm made to measure I'm not myself, maybe I'm never When all is said and done I confess I've had enough Is this the state of so-called pleasure? Or just a chill that lasts forever I'm not myself maybe I'm never Is this the state of so-called pleasure? Or just a break in heavy weather I'm not myself, maybe I'm never