i just wanted to yell
i have stories to tell
i have stories to tell
but they are blind
i live with myself
i have stories to tell
i have memories of hell
i am dying
the sun will come up
there’ll be seasons to smell
there’ll be moments to dwell
i’ll be fine
the clocks will turn twelve
i’ll be waiting for help
they will not ring the bells
i’ll survive
(2020)