Monday, February 9, 2009

Bipolar-ism

You're the only person that makes be feel so low and so high in a split second..
For some strange reason you have the key to unlock my heart....
You walk in, dance, sleep and live there day by day...
And then you leave without closing the door...
So now my insides are flooded and the rush keeps pouring out..
Until i get enough strength to clean it up...
With my mop and buckets...
The mess that you've left behind....
Patch it up real nice and start to get on track...
And like a fool i don't change the locks...
I put up a fence or two but yet i don't change the locks...
As if i want you to come home, well i do...
But like a fool i don't change the locks........

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