I'm A Walking Contradiction.

Do I "fall victim to moodswings?".
 
Well, miss, I gotta say...
I don't care how much you're paid.
 
My personality trips up
every once in a while.
And this one doesn't give a fuck,
If you cry or if you smile.
 
But if I split right down the middle,
then you should be split, too.
Because how can you relate to me,
if you don't even have a clue?
 
Sometimes I hate me,
and I occassionally lie...
often-times I laugh too much,
while I almost never cry.
 
My soul is in under my nails,
and my breath is in my lungs.
Well, I'm no more a piece of me,
than bullets are to guns.
 
Does that answer your question?
Because I could answer more...
I just want to please you,
or spill my heart on the floor.
 
See, there I go again.
Arguing with myself.
But if I'm my own contradiction,
why would I need your help?