My feelings for you are both bitter and sweet
I cannot decide if you're poison or a treat
Sometimes you bring me pure joy
other times you drop me like a toy
Some days I think we'll work out
other days my mind is filled with doubt
Monday you're my prince charming
but by Thursday you're more of a prince harming
Do I stay and hope that we have better days?
Or do I pack my bags and walk away?
Oh, how I wish I could understand you!
Only then would I have a general idea of what to do