Bipolarity Songtext
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Bipolarity Songtext
The world holds on
A disturbing kind of story
I think he loves me so much
I think he loves me even better
Oh my mama said, that she is sorry
Cause i can′t see him anymore
Can not see him anymore
I think it is ok, it is ok
To be a friend of my bipolarity
A lovely kind of aim, in every way
To copulate with my jealousy
The older i get
I deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
The older i get
I deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
And destroy us all
The sun shining dirty
The bees are still flirty
Can i feel him even more?
Can i feel him even better?
The darkness has to go
Dear mama just listen
Dear mama just listen
Dear mama just listen when i say
That i'm in love
I think it is ok, it is ok
To be a friend of my bipolarity
A lovely kind of aim, in every way
To copulate with my jealousy
The older i get
I deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
The older i get, i deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
Now i′m alone, cause my mama said no
A disturbing kind of story
I think he loves me so much
I think he loves me even better
Oh my mama said, that she is sorry
Cause i can′t see him anymore
Can not see him anymore
I think it is ok, it is ok
To be a friend of my bipolarity
A lovely kind of aim, in every way
To copulate with my jealousy
The older i get
I deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
The older i get
I deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
And destroy us all
The sun shining dirty
The bees are still flirty
Can i feel him even more?
Can i feel him even better?
The darkness has to go
Dear mama just listen
Dear mama just listen
Dear mama just listen when i say
That i'm in love
I think it is ok, it is ok
To be a friend of my bipolarity
A lovely kind of aim, in every way
To copulate with my jealousy
The older i get
I deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
The older i get, i deal with the thought
To sell my self or my body, i need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
Now i′m alone, cause my mama said no
Writer(s): Gordian Gleiss, Alisa Tsybina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
