Virginia Woolf filled her pockets with stones
Virginia Woolf walked to the river alone
She was alright
Sylvia Plath she lay down on the floor
Sylvia Plath opened one final door
She was alright, she was alright
She was all messed up
Sometimes you feel what you don't want to feel
Sometimes it hurts where you don't want to hurt
Sylvia Plath saw the world as it is
Sylvia Plath saw it wasn't no business of hers
She was alright
Virgina Woolf she was good for a quote
Virginia Woolf knew that stones do not float
She was alright, she was alright,
She was all messed up
Sometimes you feel all messed up
Sometimes you feel she was all messed up
She's alright
