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Middle GroundI’ve been called to testifyA hired gun who could abandon, All these fools who tried to sermonize, That my misery is measured, scored with a system, A cold and callous case of a calculated lie, but in place of pain or praise, Just leave me to the same mistakes, I’ve always made, and I’ll always make. I don’t want love, but I don’t need hate, Just a simple middle of the road to keep my bearings straight. I screamed on my soapbox, For the martyr of hurt And I slaved for years just to be heard, Above the mess of masses, and droning tones But I concede reality is different than I’d hoped. Leave me to the same mistakes, I’ve always made, I’ll always make. I don’t want love, but I don’t need hate, Just a simple middle of the road to keep me on the true and narrow. No noise, I’m better poised to keep my bearings straight. I don’t care, if you believe me, I’m still here, but not completely, Lost myself inside myself again. I don’t care, if you believe me, I’m still here, but not completely, Lost myself inside myself again. Leave me to the same mistakes, I’ve always made, I’ll always make. And I don’t want love, but I don’t need hate, Just a simple middle of the road to keep me on the true and narrow. No noise, I’m better poised to keep my bearings straight. |