You say that I’m perfect
That I’m the best for you
And then you change your tune
From praise to cut too soon
One moment I’m the only one
Then the next you compare
Is it really that fun
To have my head spin everywhere
First I’m just right
Then I’m too slight
Too angry, too dumb,
Till I’m ready to cry
Do you not understand
What that does to me
Or is it just funny to see
Me riding roller coasters
One instant in love
The next I’m enraged
So much for steady ups
I’m hitting constant bumps
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