PMS

Today, I’m cranky.
And feeling a bit rude.
Must be PMS or something...
Today I have the blues.
Must be the PMS that’s got me in this mood...
Yeah... that’s the reason today its fuck you.
Must be that time,
Why else am I so tight today?
Not in a mood to laugh, joke & sit around and play,
So I’ll say PMS is to blame,
Why I’m looking at life this way,
Why a lot of shit just isn’t okay,
...I definitely have PMS today.
Today, social media is an annoyance,
And the same ol routine is sorry and boring,
And my friends’ silly gossip ain’t important,
And I’m feeling this fire in my veins for everyone that ever wronged me.
PMS is to blame,
Driving me to do what I do...
The reason why I just HAD to say it...
I had to tell you about you.
Today nothing slides past me,
Won’t get away with fuckery that easily,
Not today... and not with me,
My glasses are tinted with cynicism & today it’s all I see...
You can call me crazy,
You can call me grumpy,
Blame it on PMS though,
Don’t blame me.