What do you call a polar bear that goes both ways?


A Bi-polar bear.

I'd rather be your fantasy because it's so much better than me.

Yes, I used to be
What I used to be
But, you wanted me
More than I could've me
  
Oh! Yes, you wanted me
More than I wanted me
But I couldn't be
All that you wanted me to be
  
Yes, you wanted me
Yes, but I couldn't be
Even though you wanted me
But you couldn't be
  
No, you couldn't be
All that I wanted, Eve
So you couldn't see; and I couldn't see
Me and you believe; but do we' believe

Madam hear you rang
Serving hazelnut meringue
Truly just desserts

It's only when
you are in the other room
realize how much you love her.

Stings you the pain
sinks you the gloom
the void seems impassably far.

You wish could walk back to her
cover the space  with a run
look her eyes' dying star
plant there a risen sun.

The other room chills your bone
cripples you with fear
here you are terribly alone
with the hatch shut forever.

Pause before that long distance
where love meets its doom
for hardly is a second chance
once you enter the other room.