I'm dead inside
Torn apart
Put back together temporarily
And if I was living it would be barley
I can't deal with this any longer
My heart
My head
My feelings
My soul
Can't take this anymore
I've always be in the middle
Listening to you rant
And choosing "sides"
Have you ever thought how I felt?
It breaks me
I can't choose
And I won't
A true friend wouldn't
Being in the middle means...
You have to be okay with stuff
Being broken to help your friends
Choosing
Losing friends
Getting hated
FOR LITERATELY NOTHING
IT SUCKS
I'm dead
I'm done
I've given up
I can't go on
It's too much
I'm dead...
