I've always imagine my life path on a tightrope
Between good and bad trying to cope
There's days I want to give in to dark desires
As if the darkness was my sire
Then there's days where I pray
Constantly thankful for God's ways
Marveling at he's greatness
With a heart full of faithfulness
Some days I want to be rotten
With a smile soft as cotton
Be a wolf in sheep's clothing
While inside I'm loathing
Some days I want to be kind
With out a care in mind
Go about with a grin
And enjoy the day
Happy to angry
Smiling to mocking
Light to dark
Warm to cold
No wonder my friends all call me bipolar
