Crow Hill

[Spoken, distorted]
They run. They laugh. I see them [?] from their eyes. But not like most.  She seems distant, strange, somehow cold

A couple of days after, I received the call. I curse, scream, and cry. Oh why? I drink and cry and drink over and over. Why? But time drags me, it's spending days, months, maybe years, but the pain still remains. It grows, it changes me

Someone tells me she got released from the psychiatric ward. 426 days after. My [?], I got confused, the loneliness, it's tough. The road has become endless. I feel the cold wind on my face; my eyes burn

I get to the house, it all looks the same. I can hear her, laughing like there were no souls taken

And then, she comes. She sees me with puddles in her eyes. She looks at the flowers and she says she still loves me