Moods of Mania

Manic Depression is all she can say, Manic Depression her moods swing
        that way.
        One minute she's up, one minute she's down, like riding on a constant
        Merry-Go-Round.
        So if she doesn't answer her front door or the phone it only means please,
        leave her alone.
        And do not  take it personally these manic phases that you see, it's a 
        chemical imbalance inside her brain that makes her act a little insane.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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