To admit that I�m vain, selfish, and ugly
And I have the chains to prove it
That I�m useful - when nothing is needed
And never greedy - at least over money
I�m not greedy
I�ll be the last crow in the tree
Freezing to death, but please let me be
Such drama has been long in coming
And I�ve been running - nothing follows
I�ve been hollow - but not let you know
I�m not empty
But I�m still sick
Just a little overwhelmed
And still stuck in my nest
A baby feeding on anyone�s breast
I�m still black
Lacking just enough color
And still sore in my throat
But the medicine is my own
I�ll be the dead crow in the tree
Of starvation and waiting for God to appear
But I�m not foolish
And I�m not stupid
Just dead and gone with no more ugly songs