Bipolar Confession (rap Version) Lyrics

Struggling to do the things you need to do to stay alive
Trying once again to close your eyes before the day arrives
Listen closely, you can hear the sound of closing doors
Could this be the kind of life that you were always shooting for

How many times to I have to tell you this, tell you that, tell you this
Do you want to be the one that falls into the trap and miss and do this tell me this
Can you repeat while I'm change tell me this tell me this
Do you ever want to change not again not again

Calling me back to my cell all is hell just as well nothing seems to change rearrange subject change
When will the last quality end tell me when tell me when where the others been not again not again
Everything is falling out, selling out, shelling out, cash and good services - it's all biz you're a wiz
How much to you charge for that chick is fat how about that
'Cause you ever guess with you knowing what you say and do there's some dark side of you nothing new nothing new

Struggling to do the things you need to be alive
Trying once again to close your eyes before the day arrives
If you listen closely you can hear the sound of closing doors
Could this be the kind of life that you were always shooting for

How many times to I have to tell you this, tell you that, tell you this
Do it yourself, be yourself, feel yourself, heal yourself
Can you ever be the one that changes this tell me this tell me this
Be the one the never changes once again not again

Struggling to do the things you need to be alive
Trying once again to close your eyes before the day arrives
If you listen closely you can hear the sound of closing doors
Could this be the kind of life that you were always shooting for

Struggling to do the simple things
Struggling to do the simple things
Struggling to do the simple things
Struggling to do the simple things
The simple things the simple things the simple things

(damn fucking phone)