Today he loves me,
Tomorrow he fights, but still it takes me to decide the right.
Today he argues, the next hour he laughs,
And still I wonder how he changes so fast.
Like a module his temper is small,
But he would make sure, he remembers them all.
And sometimes, someday when I explode,
I don’t know how he has it all under control.
At eight he hugs me, at ten he stares,
At twelve he loves me, at three he glares.
And all I see when I look at him,
Is the time that changes along with him.
Oh dear lord.. Did you create him while eating a lime?
Why does his mind change along with time?
He tickles me at five, he is angry at seven,
Do I know exactly what’s he angry for then?
I try real hard to change with him,
It’s not so easy; it’s like bending a pin.
Now this was all the evening show, the night is left,
Oh god get the time slow.
At eight in the night he’s calm alright,
At ten he’s alarmed and sometimes he cries.
I look at him and think to myself,
Should I talk to him? Or leave a note on the shelf?
And when I decide what could be right,
He wipes his tears and suddenly smiles.
Oh dear lord.. Did you create him while eating a lime?
Why does his mind change along with time?
But even though his mind changes with time,
When I need him he is always my partner in crime.