Bipolar Tendencies
Cut me open
Soak me dry
Pour me out
Leave me dead.
Happy times
Moving hips
The beats, my soul
I’m alive
Hysterical lies
Screaming in my mind
Created in my head
Lost, ready to die.
Steps into my future
Bright lights ahead
Ethereal Queen
Everything meant to be
I crash
Falling down
Losing hope
I want to die.
Flower fields
Running through roses
Smelling the daisies
I feel my shine
Master of disasters
All my fault
Never good enough
I am done.
Sparkling high
Stars in my eyes
Slits from ear to ear
Happiness in my heart
Alone
Deep in my own
Mistakes made
Memories lost.
Flying high
I finally find my mind.