Woorden: Keaton Simons. Mood Swings.

Underneath
there?s no relief
from all the pressures
of her self-made
strife
I hear her shuffling her feet
she has the presence of a Poltergeist

on no
don?t go
starting from the top again
way high
way low
makes me want to scream
and she doesn?t even know
she holds out her hands again
expecting to get things
all for naught
all for naught
she can?t have it that way
her mood swings
pretending she has reasons
to please him
cold and hot
cold and hot
you can?t treat me that way

never mind about the crime
it?s not abuse unless you leave a mark
but in between you make a scene
you keep ?em comin?
till you break their heart

oh no don?t go
starting from the top again
way high
way low
makes me wanna cry
and she doesn?t even know
she holds her hands again
expecting to get things
all for naught
all for naught

she can?t have it that way
her mood swings
pretending
she has reasons
to please him
cold and hot
cold and hot
you can?t treat me
that way
that way?

starting over
starting from the top again
too much on your shoulders
starting from the top again
you go on hiding
while I?m left deciding
way high
way low
you make me want to scream
and you don?t even know
she holds out
her hands again
expecting to get things
all for naught
all for naught
she can?t have it that way

her mood swings
pretending she has reasons
to please him
cold and hot
cold and hot
you can?t treat me that way
that way