Sometimes...

And sometimes it’s the memories that kill me

Sometimes its the fact that we still have memories

Sometimes its you, sometimes its me

Sometimes it’s the other girls

Sometimes it’s your words

The good ones begotten w/o intending

The harsh ones from deep within

The sweet ones merely outta good mood

or from the effect of the Moon

Sometimes its your infidelity

Sometimes its my treacherous need for freedom

Sometimes its these mood swings

For, It’s a birth right of every woman!

Sometimes its your shady behavior

Sometimes it’s complications sketched from the presence of her

I wish we could be measured with a thermometer

Cuz sometimes we r December-cold and sometimes we r July-burning

Sometimes its way too less, sometimes it’s a lot like love

They say - To love would be an awfully big adventure

I am pretty sure I can trek, if u were a mountain

But I cant trust the mind of a man,

the land slide that u might plan

I hardly talk about us anyway,

Just sometimes to my cigarettes and ashtray

You make it so bloody hard to love you

And harder to like another one of your race!