scratching at stones searching for a bigger piece of this rock but we all know once the scratching starts it's hard to stop because we're scratching at stones why do we scratch at stones always itching for something we know we'll never have always finding nothing blocking out the life that we once had until we bleed you tried to pull it together but it's been ripped apart you tried to make your life better but it's been plauged from the start bloody fingers being held over crying eyes with hollow screams from a soul that's dead inside