You're hot, then you're cold.
Bitch.
You're yes, then you're no.
Which makes me really insecure.
You're in, and you're out.I wish you would just make a decision
and stick with it.
You're up, and you're down.And I wish you weren't so weird
and moody.
You're wrong when it's right.Which is most of the time.
It's black, and it's white.Can't you just choose?
We fight, we break up.Not actually, but sort of.
We kiss, we make up.I wish.
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