My Manic and I

Morning was mocking was us, blood hit the sky.
I was just happy, my manic and I.
He couldn't see me, the sun was in his eyes.
And birds were singing to calm us down.

And I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend.
I don't believe in a fairy tale end.
I don't keep my head up, all of the time.
I find it dull when my hearts meets my mind.

And I hardly know you, I think I can tell..
These are the reasons I think that we're ill.
I hardly know you, i think I can tell..
These are the reasons I think that I'm ill.

So somehow through all these differences, I think I'm still drawn.