they don't get along
i want to believe
but i don't know who's wrong
and i don't know who's true
they fight
they argue
weren't they just tight
what is going on
i hate being in the middle
i almost always am
it makes me feel so little
like im between two charging bulls
im always in between
why does everyone
have to be so mean
we all need to just chill
i just miss
how it was
before all this
before the war
maybe we could all get together
then maybe, just maybe
this would all float away, like a feather
then everything would be normal
i hate it when they fight
and probably none
of them are right
this needs to end
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