I told you what would happen.
Cautioned you to the waves of my emotions
And their unpredictable tides.
Now you’re sitting there looking at me like I
Have 3 heads.
There is no forecast on how I will feel on
A certain day and your comments aren’t
Helping the situation.
Instead of asking me why I’m raining,
Help me clear the dark clouds to shine.
Yes, I know I’ve been storming for a few
Weeks and no, it’s not because my Red
Sea is overflowing.
I told you that my weather balance is
Broken and it takes a lot more than a
Meteorologist to fix it.