Manic
Coleman Hell
I can’t get out of my bed
Think there’s magnets in my mattress
Might as well just be a casket for all I care
Oh no, here we go again
The bad thoughts are creeping in
The bad thoughts are creeping in
When I feel crazy I hide it
Then fall apart in private
Where my mirrors the only one who sees my tears
There’s a method to my sadness
It’s a chemical imbalance
And my head is damaged way beyond repair
I’m a manic depressive
Passive agressive
Emotionally repressed
Introverted
Extroverted
Melancholic alcoholic mess
I wish my inner thoughts were dinner conversation
I wished on every star in every constellation
Manic!
Manic!
Manic depressive
Manic!
Manic!
Manic depressive
Some days I wish I was dead
Think I’m broke and I can’t fix it
It’s an intangible sickness but it’s there
Oh no here we go again
The bad thoughts are creeping in
The bad thoughts are creeping in
So I wrestle my demons
'Til I go off the deep end
Where I’m drowning and I can’t come up for air
I’ve tried every medication
And I’ve gone in hibernation
Hiding in my room like a bi-polar bear
I’m obsessive compulsive
And self-destructive
Hey, what did you expect?
Narcissistic
And neurotic
I’m just one big ball of stress
I wish my inner thoughts were dinner conversation
I wished on every star in every constellation
I wish that I was calm and wasn’t always anxious
But the bad thoughts are creeping in
The bad thoughts are creeping in
The bad thoughts are creeping in
The bad thoughts are creeping in
Manic!
Manic!
Manic depressive
Manic!
Manic!
Manic depressive