Bipolar
Everything was dark
And we were having smoky dreams
Running in to the woods
I saw a shadow running from me
A ghost that's scared
I'm worse than a demond
Take me down
Everything is red
And we were having bloody nightmares
A garden full of roses and
Nightingales flying off
Wings made of shiny stones
Falls off when I get close
Take me down
Everything is white
And we were having empty dreams
Walking in to the white page
People walking out
Leaving me in a lonely white image
Their face paling when they notice me
Take me down
Everything was gold
And we were having rich dreams
A hand crawling on to my shoulder
warmth creeping in
A hug that's rich, richer than all
I was feeling loved
Take me with you.
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