Bipolar

I don’t need your shady messed up shit

What you do
Is ride off the love and energy people give you
You suck them dry
It’s the only way for you to live high
Cause your vibes on your own
Are just too fucked up and low.
But you think you are perfect
And that it’s okay to act the way you do
And you wonder why everyone always abandons you.
The reason is you. 
I don’t need your fucked up inconsistent abusive bullshit. This town has more than enough of people like you.  Take that crap (and you) back to your own hometown


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