A little hyperactive at times,
Can not hold still,
Not to save her life,
For that a medical bill;

A little paranoid at times,
People aren't that bad,
Still thinks everyone lies,
That makes her friends sad;

A little obsessive at times,
Things must be straight,
In perfect order,
For that she must wait;

A bit of an insomniac at times,
Can't sleep at all,
Has horrible awful dreams,
That makes her stare at the wall;

A bit of manic-depression at times,
She's high or low,
It can be good or bad,
Depending on how low she goes;

A bit of a lover all the time,
Ignore all that other shit,
This is what I really am,
That you must never forget.