You change your mind like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you PMS like a bitch, I would know
And you overthink, always speak cryptically
I should know that you're no good for me
'Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
...Someone call the doctor
Got a case of love bipolar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride
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Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve.
~Percy Byshe Shelley
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