Virginia Woolf filled her pockets with stones Virginia Woolf walked to the river alone She was all right Sylvia Plath she laid down on the floor Sylvia Plath opened one final door She was all right, she was all right, She was cool as fuck 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 all right Virgina Woolf she was good for a quote Virginia Woolf knew that stones do not float She was all right, she was all right, She was all messed up Sometimes you feel all messed up Sometimes you feel she was all messed up She's all right