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I tried not to pout about the past 
I cried out so many tears and they run dry so fast
I tried not to be very, very sensitive like what you said
I flied so many mountains and swam oceans to get here, I could’ve been dead
With so much dread in my head

You think I’m so bipolar with my peculiar feelings unmeasured
You think I’m weak and you’re strong…it doesn’t matter anymore
You think I’m manic to the core and I’m a captivity bird, so absurd
You think my beak is broken all along…well, my wings can soar
Even if my heart is sore,
There’s some love left in store

Believe in me, I don’t have that much energy to live on
Relieve my scars, they are shooting stars before the dawn
You don’t understand why I’m so sensitive and so hurt at times
You don’t know half of what I’ve been through, though you think you do sometimes
Don’t talk your talk if you don’t know entirely what you’re talking about
I won’t pout, I won’t pout without a doubt, I won’t pout — just get out! Get out…
Of my skin and get out of my heart
Just get out of here before you tear me apart

I tried not to break down, but your words behind closed doors hurts me extremely
I cried out so many tears of shame for many years and I’m sick of it honestly
I tried to mend your mind and tried to build you up with encouragement, my buddy
But, I sighed in regret because you left me aching sorrowfully, being mean, pretending to be nice just for my sanity

You think I’m so bipolar with my peculiar feelings unmeasured
You think I’m weak and you’re strong…it doesn’t matter anymore
You think I’m manic to the core and I’m a captivity bird, so absurd
You think my beak is broken all along…well, my wings can soar
Even if my heart is sore,
There’s some love left in store

Believe in me, I don’t have that much energy to live on
Relieve my scars, they are shooting stars before the dawn
You don’t understand why I’m so sensitive and so hurt at times
You don’t know half of what I’ve been through, though you think you do sometimes
Don’t talk your talk if you don’t know entirely what you’re talking about
I won’t pout, I won’t pout without a doubt, I won’t pout — just get out! Get out…
Of my skin and get out of my heart
Just get out of here before you tear me apart

Well, guess what? You hurt me tremendously to the core
But, bud, I’m stronger than you will ever be
I’ve never, ever going to tell you anything about me anymore
But, wait, I have something more to say possibly

You think I’m so bipolar with my peculiar feelings unmeasured
You think I’m weak and you’re strong…it doesn’t matter anymore
You think I’m manic to the core and I’m a captivity bird, so absurd
You think my beak is broken all along…well, my wings can soar
Even if my heart is sore,
There’s some love left in store

Believe in me, I don’t have that much energy to live on
Relieve my scars, they are shooting stars before the dawn
You don’t understand why I’m so sensitive and so hurt at times
You don’t know half of what I’ve been through, though you think you do sometimes
Don’t talk your talk if you don’t know entirely what you’re talking about
I won’t pout, I won’t pout without a doubt, I won’t pout — just get out! Get out…
Of my skin and get out of my heart
Just get out of here before you tear me apart

You healed me because I’m a merciful guy 
You concealed your true self in front of me just for fun 
You dealed with me like you did to your drug dealers in the past and got me drugs that made me feel high,
Then low because I feel bad for the wrong I’ve truly done
I’m sorry…I wish I can no longer talk to you again
You never apologize like those heartless men
You think you know it all and you need to swallow your pride
Think again before you ride on my bipolar ride of I-have-tried

You think I’m so bipolar with my peculiar feelings, a rather challenging chore
You think I’m weak and you’re strong…it doesn’t matter anymore
Even if my heart is sore,
There’s some love left in store

I have tried with so much doubt
But, I won’t pout…no, I won’t pout
My yelping for something more
Isn’t helping me to reach out and soar
There’s a future of Tomorrow
In store, even to those who sorrow
I’m looking forward to a time like this
When the light will shun out the abyss

You think I’m weak and you’re strong…
You think you’re perfect and I don’t belong…
What you think all the more — 
I don’t think I care anymore

After all I’ve done for you, who knew
You’d blaspheme my name and threw me in the dumps too
With rubbish, ridiculousness, and rue —
I know deep down Satan’s the one to blame, not you
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