I must have drank a lot of pain Judging by the way it aches Must have sold a lot of secrets. Now everybody knows What my soul really thinks Of my mind's painful decisions. My soul, reaching out in agony, Waiting for a response from the broken clock of my consciousness I used to tick a regular beat, a steady beat But now it's all over the place Some days it ticks faster than I can count, shooting me soaring into a high Others it ticks slower, seconds turning into minutes; minutes to hours, sending me into the depths of a Hellish low. This is known by medical professionals as bipolar disorder But I know it simply as pain.
Every day is a challenge... you never know how you'll wake up.