She hid things,
and left you in the dark.
He forgot things,
and caused her to anger.
They fell apart,
and he went with another.
She stayed behind,
in her wonder.
They fell apart,
leaving me here struggling
between which side to choose.
I am like the sun which gives warmth:
they revolve around me
as I give them advice,
but I try my best
not to get drawn in.
It's hard for them,
but harder for me,
as I'm tossed around
like a ping-pong unfree.
I don't want to be in the middle,
I just want to be free.
It's not my fault,
so why me?
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
She hid things,
and left you in the dark.
He forgot things,
and caused her to anger.
They fell apart,
and he went with another.
She stayed behind,
in her wonder.
They fell apart,
leaving me here struggling
between which side to choose.
I am like the sun which gives warmth:
they revolve around me
as I give them advice,
but I try my best
not to get drawn in.
It's hard for them,
but harder for me,
as I'm tossed around
like a ping-pong unfree.
I don't want to be in the middle,
I just want to be free.
It's not my fault,
so why me?
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