Miss Middle Man
I pass the messages that are to be passed
Never share the secrets
Word gets out fast
With all of this I go sleepless
You're Hurt
They’re hurt
I’m hurt
He's a jerk
I share something that helps you
But it hurts them
I don't know what to do
The line between a secret and a lie is thin
I know where they all stand
Keep them all I don't think I can
The truth is in my hands
So I guess I’m Miss Middle Man
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