Bipolar Bourgeoisie Bop

When you coming down? I know this frown like your palms. It comes at me like burning song! and I know the days when they turn around Sometimes, Ill feel like Im a star! and other days I stay at home just watching all the shows Its hard sometimes (and there she goes) Its so hard to hold on. You try your best but were all the same dont walk away; I was made this way Your fading beautys gonna slide away "no, Im not that drunk, I just talk this way. And Im not that smart, Im just privileged And you've got a useless education but if you think that's sexy, we can go outside? There she goes (its hard some times) Its so hard to move on. And its been so hard to find When everything's alright And we will never make it. It's so cold. It's so hard to break it. And we will never find As everyday goes by And we will never make it love, lets lie, just come, and waste it Make it, break it, take it Each day my brain wont go away Thoughts: everything that I have got. Make it, break it, take it, Woke up and the pain wont go away. Shut up, just get more, and youre a star! its still so hard to find everything I like And we will never make it Everyday will go on aching And I know I have too much to ever be unkind. But I cant ever thank it. When I lose: this is my making.