Bipolar Betty was oh-so pretty
Yet deep inside her, there was something to pity
A genuine smile, and a laugh that was flirty
...but it was all fake, just like her titties
She cried all the time; I tried to understand
Finally got it out, her dad left her abandoned
I was always there, but she said she was alone
One day I left, and she begged me to come home
In the end it didn't matter
She found new hope in those who didn't know her
All this attention, she never got from her father; hope it works out and doesn't end up like her mother
...who was locked up -- for being Bipolar
