Pendulums
Tick and tock sounds from the clock
With gears and pendulums
Right to left and left to right
This chronometer hums
I've been like a pendulum
Swinging from end to end
Somewhere between love and hate
From enemy to friend
Back and forth to each extreme
It's like I can't decide
How I need to act, in fact
I've laughed and I have cried
My mood swings from here to there
From the bottom to top
I must flee monotony
And settle down and stop
Some assume it's been a phase
But I believe I can
Put an end to patterns that
Make me less of a man
Pendulums are made for clocks
They should not symbolize
The way I've been treating you
I must apologize
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