Bipolar
Being one is only the first
Such illness depends on
If any type of syndrome desires
Faith and freedom
Madness takes over
Sadness takes under
I hate this illness
Why do I take pills you say?
Only to make me feel right
So what the hell!!
I must not resist
Such terrible news I got
Very complicated to say I do
Well... I wish...
For my life to change
My days are quite slow
Feels like an entire year
Gone by like that to see
I feel so old for anything anymore
Everything i bother is so old school
I want hi-tech shiz
Feeling bored as hell...
Music can calm my soul
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