These Pines

These pines are not the ones that i'm used to

They won't carry me home when I cry

Am I too far gone to recover

Or can I turn if I try

Should I trade my soul for another

Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy

Like so many times before

Yeah these pines

Are not mine

They don't smell so sweet

like the ones in my mind

And I search the needles

'Til I run out of time

But I don't see you in These Pines.

Di I stumble or falter my words

When I'm saying everything is all right

I'm not one to release my depression

But these trees bring it out every night

Well i don't talk 'cos I'm trying to listen

To the wind take me home through these leaves

But it's quiet and don't hear nothing

Cos the wind doesn't blow through these trees