I'm stuck in the middle,
Left on the outside.
No longer in love, fighting over me-
I'm their source of power, but I'm used in means of defeat.
There is no concern for me as a person-
Only how I can be used to get under the other's skin.
I remember the night the cops came and before they showed up…
It was dark and I was confused, screaming
Being smothered as I was being squeezed and pulled every which way.
Through your fight for pride, did it even occur that I couldn't breathe?
Or what about the time Ashley had me, running through the cornfield,
Being chased?- I didn't even have a say in your game played 2 to 1.
There was no freedom-
Couldn't even go to the grocery store with me without him following.
Though I was too young to understand then, years passed
And I had to determine the winner; whose side I am on…
Who would I choose to spend the weekend or holidays with?
(Hostility from the loser)
I was dragged down, still no voice in the matter.
I hold my own hostility-
For all the broken promises and for all the times
I waited for you, bags packed, staring out the window
Only to find there would be another no show….
All the tears I've cried.
Now I am just lost,
There is no truth
In the different sides you take as to every event we underwent.