Inconsistent

Which way I go depends on the day

This Madness has no method

You'll never guess the things I'll say

Your patience will be tested

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I am no help to those who ask

Pleas are lost to the ether

Dense and dark you'll find my mask

I don't understand me neither

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My love and hate, they come as one

I can't promise which you'll meet

They each take turns, having fun

I won't stifle your retreat

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One day's great, the other is bad

Too much rhyme and no reason

Broken, whole, merry and mad

Desperate I seek cohesion

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If you think I want this, try again

I walked the line as best I could

Like a tourist in a foreign land

I fail to be understood