I woke up this morning
And leapt out of bed
With joy in my heart
And gloom in my head
I smiled and laughed, and that made me cry
I am so ecstatic that I just want to die
I feel a winner, and all I do is lose
I'm joyfully suicidal
Cos I Got the bi-polar blues
My emotional landscape
Is a real combat zone
I like to be social
Now just leave me alone
I'm like father Christmas, who's tight fisted and mean
I feel like I’ve won the lottery then fell in a threshing machine
Like a light kiss, on top of a bruise
It's sensually perplexing
Cos I got the bipolar blues
I'm happily sad
Bitterly glad
Calmly mad
Feel wonderfully bad
Every day is smooth and rough
I whisper and shout
I grin then I pout
What's it all about
I can't work me out
I want it to stop and I can't get enough
My mood swings do nothing but confuse
I’m up and down like a yo-yo
Cos I got the bipolar blues
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