Stuck in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
Caught in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
Stuck in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
I've had enough,
Of all the stuff.
I've had enough,
It's messed up.
Too many days,
I laid and played...
The game,
Of all the stuff...
That has gotten too much.
And too many times,
I'm all entwined...
With that stuff.
That feeds and corrupts.
Caught in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
Stuck in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
Caught in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
I've had enough,
Of that stuff.
I've had enough...
It's messed up,
And too corrupt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem