Four Way Street by Ash Dehart Lyrics

I'm viewed as an angel sometimes the anti-christ
Getting my shit together, i'm sorry its hard to see you
Want to sing about severe mental illness, but when i open my mouth, can't sing words gladly
Got a world to still learn, sat in real gentle stillness
As days go by, more experience

I'm viewed as an angel sometimes the anti-christ
Want to get up and function but i only sit and cry
My attention is still bent in an off putting way, and i know this is harsh, but i'm glad you didn't stay