saddest months of my life
but i want it
just to feel alright
but if i did
i might die
i don't know what it's like
to feel alive
to feel alright
to be fine
to feel nice
i just want right
even if i have to die
but i know it's life
that art is my wife
and i'll be married until i die
he knows
i only glow for van gogh
f** james monroe
a holy joe
metaphorically
jim crow
i stay segregated
happiness vs. darkness
nobody knows
like i know
which way to go
the way to live
my life to give
but i admit
i'll relive
this life again
as soon as i submit
to hell
i'll begin
and the sadness
will stay within