Bipolar 40-140
Trust is hard to gain but easy to give to someone else
Friends are everywhere but most of the time out for themselves
All these pieces of a mind that's made of clay
Soft and then it hardens
Making it easier to break
Shattering everywhere
Dissolved are the bonds with the people that I have been meeting
Long since the time when I could depend
Resolved is the guilt I've been feeling for needing
Gone out the door fast as it came in
Chorus x2
