It's something that I wish will go,
But I know that won't happen, so...
I struggle with the highs and lows
While taking low blows
From people who just don't understand
Understand my pain
Some say I'm insane,
But you don't know unless you're in my shoes
And see the residues
Residues of my dried blood
From pricking my fingers
All day and night
Just wanting to fight
Fight those numbers
Damn those numbers...
Those numbers come with a price
The price of being in a crappy mood
And being misunderstood
Just brings me down,
But you're not allowed to frown
Must be happy go lucky
Even when feeling sucky,
But at times you want to scream
Scream because your head feels explosive
Explosive due to highs
And highs due to everything,
But what can I say?
I live with it everyday
And it's not my fault
So think before you throw that insult!