Bipolar And Me Part 4
The voices in my head are scaring me to death
They come out to play and ruin my day
And leave me laying sick in bed all day
The figures in the room bounce from wall to wall
I never look their way,
I'm afraid and feel so small
The Meadows and my faries have all now disappeared , Static and noise is now all I hear
11 years , iv never got manic
But now I have it all in me, wrapped in a little packet
The voices are mine, or so I believe
She tells me the world's done with me
She tells me that nobody cares
The shadows that like to walk around don't have much to say
They stand so quiet in the darkness
I'm taking my pills as prescribed
But mania has hold and I don't know why
OCD tendencies amplified to 1000
What is happening to me? No questions answered
I cant absorb medication-not just one but them all
I shake my box to take my pills, but I know they won't help
When will I be able enter back into civilisation?
The medicine worked for a while
A new me was born and all I did was smile
But this dark dark patch is back again
Bipolar my friend, here only to win.
The battles we've had were never this bad
Reality or delusion was never this mad
But I wonder all day long
Are things in front of me real or even where they belong?
So bipolar my longest friend, we have a new illness to conquer and defy
Paranoria and delusions with D.I.D at the top of the line
Bipolar and me, let's take a big sigh.
I always respected bipolar was there
Never my friend, but never did he scare
But these new symtomps are hard to believe
So bipolar I now need you to believe in me
We'll keep our pacts close to heart
And well make a new one before we part
But right now I need you to do your thing
Make me remember you are me and I am him
So I called for help and got medicine prescribed
I look in the mirror and it's me I can't find
I tried to be normal, but this is all in my mind
Bipolar and me forever in vow
Bipolar and me will conquer somehow
Today we are friends who need to fight the others.
One battle at a time is all that matters
So Paranoria, delusions and mania
Your time on this ship, is over, we don't owe you
Thanks for coming its been a blast
I hope this meeting is our last
Bipolar my friend, iv always respected you
Even after all we've been through
Bipolar and me were meant to be
Bipolar and me for the world to see
Bipolar and me will now part ways
A new pact at heart for our next phase
Bipolar and me respect and war
Bipolar and me, its time for part 4
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