I never know what to expect
the struggle day to day is torturing me
I never know what mood it'll be
or what side of me that you'll see

he said he gets manic in the spring
that it comes for months on end
I wish I was like him
because the day to day leaves me to fend

I hurt most days and I laugh most days
there is nothing in between
both of my demons constantly fight
which one will steal the scene?

theres nothing I can do
except try to warn everyone around me
they never understand
they always leave
they never try
I always grieve