It pulls me in 27 different directions
Sometimes it skips a beat at the mention of the wrong name
Sometimes it makes me soft and sentimental
helpless at the sweetest notions
Sometimes it clears my head
slaps my face
helps dust off all those fluffy clouds
and pulls me up to my feet
to get things done.
Sometimes I can feel it burst with so much heat, so much anger, so much hate, so much need for vengeance, for justice,
And the best part is when Sometimes happens all at once.
Sometimes I know what I’m feeling
And I know why I’m feeling it
Not being confused though, doesn’t make it easier.
You know you have to ride it out, but it still bothers you.
And it bothers you that it bothers you,
I used to have much better control.
Enough said here.
