Middle Ground
Quelle: Spotify
I've been called, to testify
A hired gun you could abandon,
All these fools who tried to sermonize,
If 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 marter of hurt
And I slaved for years just to be heard,
Above the mess of masses, and drowning 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.
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