Quiet! I'm thinking It's kind of difficult
I can't hold up the conversation
It's difficult to sympathize
My need to resuscitate intensifies
The bolt thrust sharp between
my eyes Inside I crumble, perishing
intentionally, explicitly
there's nothing I can do
Nothing I can do Nothing I can …Do!

4, 3, 2, 1 Boom! Explosions
deep inside my head
it feels as if a tank just f*@#ing tore apart
my insides sometimes I wish that I was dead
it's me who's ping ponging back and forth
across this empty space
I'd rather be slammed by two
than to take any more so what's the use
so what's with you!?

I never said I'd take you down there
Never said I'd see it through
Yet s*@# just happens
I'll never know what f*@#ing hell
has put me through
I guess that I deserve the beating
the kind that's not intentional
Why must I do only the things that please me
There's definitely no escape, I'm caught!

I'm caught, caught in the middle