I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.
My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.