Manic Menagerie

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I take my pills, I talk it out,
but that’s not what it’s all about
My brain’s on fire, my brain’s a zoo,
my brain’s a messed up roiling stew
Depressive here, manic there,
when’s the last time I’ve washed my hair?
I’ll wilt and shudder, I’ll pace and mutter,
I’ll prove that I’m a fucking nutter
Bipolar costs you, bipolar cost me,
bipolar sure as hell doesn’t come for free
I lost my friends, I lost my looks,
I lose myself inside of books
I make a world just for me, I create a place no one can see,
I make a world where I’m free
Sometimes there’s blood, sometimes there’s gore,
sometimes I don’t wanna be here anymore
Pills make me sick, pills make me mad,
without my pills, I’m too damn sad
Razors cut and hot glue burns, my gut twists and my gut turns,
too many scars for the girl who refuses to learn
My body twitches, I’m always cold,
I never do what I am told
Bipolar’s always here, sits haughtily on a throne,
I’ll live to be 109 and it’ll never leave me alone

Zoo

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