inconsistent once again and it's not that I hate you... I'm not truly that cold... and it's not that I love you that I run so hot. You constantly startle. You're never the same. I'm never sure, because you always change. Today it's a joke, but last night you were pissed... before no goodbyes, this time a kiss. You're high and you're low, you're off the charts... you're music or dancing, some sort of art. I can't figure your moods, you change like the wind, I'm not sure how to react, do I give up or give in? I don't know where I stand, and I dare not walk in blind. 050111 what's it to you? who go blather from