These pines are not the ones that I'm used to 
They won't carry me home when I cry 
 I too far gone to recover 
Or can I return if I try 
Should I trade my soul for another 
Learn not to complain anymore 
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 
Do 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 'cause I'm trying to listen 
To the wind take me home through these leaves 
But it's quiet and I don't hear nothing 
'Cause the wind doesn't blow through these trees 
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 
No I don't see you in these pines 
another mediocre transciption by missez premise