Stuck in the middle. Not a good place to be.
Stuck in the middle. Not a good place to be. I'm still only little, And this is hurting me.
I knew the sun would rise, That one day he'd be gone. Because I saw through all his lies, I saw he was a con.
But it doesn't change the sadness Of how I feel inside. It doesnt change the darkness Of the place I went when he died.
Usually I'm upbeat And like to sing and shout, Not curled up in a seat Wanting to just get out.
You see, my parents separated. But not by ordinary means. You see, my life is separating. Bursting at the seams.