With every letter you wrote me, I knew you'd be mine forever. I thought you were mine forever. You built me a whole new world, Villages and castles, Forests and oceans, From just your paragraphs. As I read them again, I search for the time that you were mine, I search for your love, For the proof that you belonged to me. The world seemed to burn down around me, our world crumbling with our love. Do you know what my mother said? You're obsessed with your legacy, paranoid with how they deceive you. Now, you have forfeited the place in our bed, The place in my heart, The place in our love.
This was inspired by the son Burn from Hamilton: A Broadway Musical
How to account for his rise to the Top? Man, the man is... Non-Stop
Are you aware that we're making History.? (history has it's eyes on us)
Why N do N O you O N assume N - you're - S the S T smartest T O in O P the P room? (where it happened)
Why do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time? Ev'ry day you fight, like you're running out of time.
I practiced law, I practically perfected it
I was chosen for the C o n s t i t u t i o n a l c o n v e n t i o n
Alexander? Aaron burr, sir. It's the middle of the night. Can we confer, sir? Is this a legal matter? Yes, and it's important to me. What do you need? Burr, you're a better lawyer than me. Okay.
Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed For the notion of a nation we now get to build For once in your life, take a stand with pride I don't understand how you stand to the side
w a i t f o r i t
Sailing > London. Write A n g e l i c a
The fact that you're alive is a miracle, Just stay alive, that would be e n o u g h.
How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev'ry second you're alive?
Treasury or State
I have to leave Alexander...
Look around, Look around H e l p l e s s He will never be statisfied That would be e n o u g h History has it's eyes on you
As Hamilton once said, "I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory." The thoughts come often, images of the ways I could **** myself flashing in my mind. I walk by a busy road and I imagine jumping into it. I stand on top of a building, and I imagine falling off of it. I see a bottle of pills, and I wonder how many it would take to overdose My mind, constantly looking for ways out, searching for the end result of death. My body has decided to shut off all emotions. Just cold calculations. My mind has started to drift away from my body, as if I am not of myself anymore. I don't want to die, and that is my biggest problem. It seems as if my mind and my body want me dead, but I want me alive. I can't hurt anyone else, and I am too much of a coward to go into the unknowns of the next world. So I stay here, trapped in my mind, trapped in my memories, trapped with the thoughts and calculations, of death.