If the illness is what bothers you,
It's fine-- I'll always change.
That's another symptom, too;
I'll never stay the same.

If it's the mood swings that you hate,
I'll turn them on a dime.
If it's that I lose days and dates,
I'm asking only time.

I didn't mean to split again,
I promise! I was wrong.
I just want you, not other men,
(Don't make me wait too long.)

If it's that I'm borderline,
I guess I'd understand.
I'll always beg you to be mine
Then slap away your hand.