Our relationship is a strange one,
That's for sure,
You're either saying you love me,
Or slamming my door.

Our relationship is a strange one,
For you like to call me names,
But at other times,
You like to play mind games.

Telling me I'm beautiful, bright,
A really good boy,
But when you become mad,
It's clear I'm your toy.

Aye, our relationship is a strange one,
My mother, my foe,
And I'm wondering when we'll reach
The end of the show.