sometimes I wanna die

how would I know the living
if I didn't know the dying
how could I taste the honey
if there was no pain in trying
the stinging and the crying
the truth and the lying
the sometimes honest
make me love the bitterness

and I love the bitterness
oh Lord
oh Lord

how would I know freedom
if I didn't fight to see some
locked behind these bars
balanced between these laws
I'm sicker than the rest
and I love the bitterness

I love the bitterness
oh Lord
oh Lord

sometimes I want to live