I don't know how many times
I cried myself to sleep
I said "I'm not hungry"
I tried not to commit
I don't know how many times
I told them "I'm okay"
I pushed them away
I told myself I'm adequate
I don't know why
I even exist
I'm on my own blacklist.
I do the things I do
I don't know why
I'm depressed one minute
And the next, I'm shouting "Whoot!"
I can't have a breakthrough
Yeah, go ahead.
Call me bipolar, I dare you!
Because if you lived my life,
You'd be like this, too
