I'm bipolar, nobody knows it, but me,
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I make bad decisions and everyone sees them, but me,
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I think I'll have a baby with the man who beats me,
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who abuses and confuses me and also threatens to kill me,
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but I think I'll keep the baby, though everyone says, I'm not right in the head,
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though that's not heard from heart.
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Everyone is criticising, picking fights with me,
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I'm recklessly aggressive, I'll talk [?]
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but the love of a child will heal my broken heart,
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but babies don't need daddies, fathers can be forgotten,
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so I think I'll keep the baby, though everyones says, I'm not right in the head,
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though it's not heard from my heart.
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I'm bipolar [x3]
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nobody knows it, nobody knows,
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nobody knows [x3]
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I think I'll keep the baby,
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nobody knows [x5]
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I think I'll keep the baby.
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Bipolar
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Charlene Soraia |