I’m eating frosting from the tub,
while my mind travels up and down to other worlds,
I hide my eyes under a hood,
it conceals me inside,
keeps them from wondering and any curious stares,
from prying too far into the shadows of my mind-
From seeing the dilated spirals of my eyes.
I stay up all night writing stories and poems,
I day dream all day-
In my life I’ve seen so many things,
some of them I think were real,
it’s hard to say.
I’m unable to share because my images can’t compare
to the reality that you see.
My hair is in tangles,
I live in a fable,
But please do not label,
I fight something fierce,
I fall into depths and soar to great heights
and I’ve never even been on crack.
My mind is a trip without packing your bags,
So jump on my scooter and we will travel to galaxies-
I’m not a cartoon,
I am real
but I’m not bipolar,
I think I just need more entertainment then you can get,
sitting around and watching a film.
So I strip away layers and run through land minds,
climb steep mountains, jumping off cliffs,
but there is no need to worry because-
I can actually fly.
this girl in this song is bipolar though