24 hours, 7 out of 7
My mind is a carousel
I'm racing to 11
Sometimes it gets hard to put these thoughts into my mouth
Most days they're drifting away
Running from my demons
My excuse is that I'm shy
Can't focus all my mental
Overthinking why we try
Sunshine on my windowsill
Convince myself it's summer
But tomorrow night it's snow
I think the weather is bipolar like me
It's bipolar like me
If only you could see
What it's like to be me
Some days feel a little harder
That's okay 'cause I know we're getting stronger
If you're searching for an answer
Look inside, look inside, look inside
Some days feel a little longer
Keep your head up and stand a bit taller
If you're searching for answer
Look inside, look inside, look inside