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. 

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