Bipolar

honestly, I don't get you you're kind, and then you're not sometimes, I truly wonder are you my friend? that's what I thought yesterday, you helped me out the day before, you started to shout I don't understand. are you with me? sometimes, that's not what I believe I do admit, I'm quite naive but my friend, she helps me understand "That girl, well she's agenst us" she does what she can I will try to talk to you but you deny and you keep being nice but you're acting like a spy