The Ride

Just make up your mind,
Stop fooling around.

You’re pulling me around for the ride,
But can’t you see I’m getting sick?

Sick of this, sick of you.
This ride needs to stop.

You’re picking me up,
But letting me drop.

Are you hoping it hurts?
Think again buddy because your little antics aren’t working.

Just make up your mind,
Stop pulling me around for the ride.

Because I’m sick of it.