Split Down the Middle
As a kid I thought I could never give up,
I would work out every problem to make the world better,
Being exhausted every day till I gave my all,
Solving all of the problems,
Feeling grown up forever.
Years’d go by and I’d tackle them all
From drama to kickball I always stood tall.
I felt so invincible I would have never knew
That it’d all crash down into a pile of stew.
That day I remember like the back of my hand
I was torn between two sides
My best friend, and his girl.
It was late march last year and I remember it like yesterday
When they both came to be with anger in their eyes
I tried to convince them to go back, listen and change
but with no luck, effort or care they made a tragic demise
Out of the love that held them together, that drove them apart
And now I have realized, not all problems are my fault.