Another Time

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If you ask me what is wrong...

I am a manic-depressive

Compulsive obsessive

Rebuilt hypochondriac

Still an insomniac

Too desperate to tell

When I lie to myself

I am making my rounds

On my bipolar downs

I am lost, I am blind

I am sad all the time

I am ignorant and old

I am always so cold

I am mean and deceptive

I need to impress them

I hate you, I love you

I am ungrateful above you

I am a fool with poor timing

I have trouble just trying

I am a slave to my habits

I am an uncultured addict

I am a liar, a fraud

And I am scared to be caught

I am a dumb helpless hassle

I am one selfish asshole

...And I will never be able to tell you what is wrong

I'm just not that strong so

If you want it, I'm on it

I'll get help from God and

I'll write you a song but

I'm too fucking honest

I'm too fucking modest

I'm too fucking odd it's

Like nothing is wrong it's

Just something I long for

Is over and gone or

Is nowhere, a long story

Short--a facade

...But in way, it's all okay, and it's just what you need

Because as long as you're sighing, you can't forget to breathe

Done