Bipolar

it's not my fault I act like this
it's like my mind is playing a trick.
don't know the way round my own head,
badly scared it'll leave me dead.

major highs and major lows,
don't quite know which way it'll go.
from every ledge it brings me back,
if it wasn't for this I'd be on the right track.

I've been to the brink,
and the edge of my world.
watching and waiting
for it to uncurl.
life is said to be hit or miss.
nobody ever prepared me for this

how can I explain what I don't understand?
just like I'm floating and trying to land?
finding the balance is hard as it is.
I don't need to be treated like this.

subtle and sly,
the looks and remarks.
I mean, come on
I sent kind regards.
treasure the moments you have to yourself
you don't want your life to be put on the shelf.
cos this might just hit and then you will see,
just how hard it is to be me.

take into account
what used to be.
I recall you saying
'you're too much like me'
well think of it now and give me a call.
I was there for you...after all.