I'm carrying a stone with thorns Even though my heart is all worn Knowing deep, if I'm carrying it on My sun would never be shone But when will I remember Happiness was never once be found Whenever I hold it tender When will I put it down It could be hard, it could be easy Just laying it down The thing that makes my life gets messy Should be buried under the ground... Sunday 2.12 p.m., July 21, 2012