Mad

I'm so mad all the time Sick of being hooked, sinker and line What a funny way to remind me When it comes to him my hands are tied When it comes to him When it comes to him my hands are tied And I'm mad about it Mad all the time Mad about it Mad all the time Mad I'm mad all the time Mad I'm not mad all the time Got reason without any rhyme Mad that I'm waiting for him Look in the mirror and find Even with the passing of time It can still begin When it comes, when it comes, when it comes to him I sigh when I see him I fall apart Butterflies inside my stomach and butterflies inside my heart It's like he's got glue on his hands Call him the repairman Because When it comes, when it comes to him I'm mad all the time Mad about it Mad all the time Mad