in the middle?
It never fails.
Seems that there's always
something tugging at me
- pulling me from every direction -
and I'm starting to deform.
Did you ever stop to
think, that even though
we're such "good friends",
the constant bitching
about things that, frankly, I don't
really care all that much about.
But still you speak,
- sometimes I wonder if you talk
just to hear your own voice -
looking for sympathy from
anyone who's willing to give.
