I saw the mire of truth, a calling refused, the folly of youth
I saw the smoke in the room the masses consumed in spite of the fumes
But I stay, I’ve been falling for so long
Why do I stay in the middle?
Why do I say just a little?
Why do I reach from the other side for all I’ve left for good?
Because I yearn for a way out, for the hurt, for a way down.
For the worst, for the pain now
For all I’ve left for good
I saw the body infused with gardens in bloom the liars exhumed
I saw them claw their way through the throat of the truth and iron the wound
But I stay
Why do I stay in the middle?
Why do I say just a little?
Why do I reach from the other side for all I’ve left for good?
Because I yearn for a way out, for the hurt, for a way down.
For the worst, for the pain now
For all I’ve left for good
I won’t be what you thought of me, so I’ll leave with the honesty
The esteem of autonomy
Bitch, you owe me the apology
Oh mother*er, you owe me an apology
Because I yearn for a way out, for the hurt, for a way down
For the worst, for the rain clouds
For all I’ve left for good
Why do I stay in the middle?
Why do I say just a little?
Why do I reach from the other side for all I’ve left for good?
Because I yearn for a way out, for the hurt, for a way down.
For the worst, for the pain now
For all I’ve left for good