Bipolar Sunshine
She gets up in the morning at half past five
With a sudden electrical urge to be alive
She takes on the road with nowhere to drive
She’s summer at noon, a sun that survives
Like a bee that goes from flower to flower
Her thoughts race at a hundred miles an hour
She can’t stop moving, she’s always thinking
Even when she’s alone, she’s never shrinking
But even the sun is heavy when it never sets
It wears you down and leaves you with regrets
Every source of light, a stimulating threat
You’re tired and burnt out like a cigarette
She’s losing her glow, she’s lost in the gray
The happiness she once felt has been betrayed
Her soul’s set alight while the darkness invades
And the fire she carries just carries her away..
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