Bipolar Love
You tear me down then you pick me up
You dust me off then knock me down once more
I cry as you laugh
Then you scoop me up in your arms
Then you drop me again
I say this is enough
But you keep going like it's some kind of sick game
You assure me that it shall stop
I believe
And then you take my heart from my chest as it drops
I fall with it
As we crash to the ground
Bloody tears flood the ashpalt
I should of known this from the beginning
That you would never see
You'll be the death of me....
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