Never felt so anxious
There's a label attached
But it's just another to add to my artillery
Thoughts racing, manically but silly
I want my way out of this...
But I'm such a quitter
I feel like...
Dammit, I'll never get better
I need to get better
Manic thoughts tell me to reach for the stars
Then I'm down, falling to the ground
I don't know what to feel anymore
I don't know who I am
There's a label attached
Yes, I'm fucking bipolar
How's that for a birthday present?

