Moody Blues
Here we go againOh great, here comes the mood, You never know how you'll be.Sometimes I cry because your rude,You must know this and agree.Please get rid of this stress,And stop talking about it.It's just an absolute mess,It bugs me; I hate to admit.You say you'll take care of this,But another month goes by.This is not happy bliss,All this shit makes me cry.There are things that need to be done,I wish you'd get it together.All this stres...