sometimes I feel so high
in the sky
I can fly
and do anything
‘til suddenly I crash
to the ground
feel my world
crashing down
and all the times between
become angry, bitter, numb
I’m so tired of being tossed around
thrown up and down
in this mental hurricane
‘til its beyond my control
all these highs
all these lows
and what’s to keep me from just letting go?
it’s always the late night fighting
and the morning after apologizing
destroying weak relations
leaving me filled with irritation
and all the times between
feel so drugged, so lost, so numb