The middle is a lot of things but it’s never kind


I witnessed the war
I saw everything I thought would last get ripped up and torn
I don't know how to heal from my bruises so I just keep adding more
I thought I could will the past into the present and make it like it was before

I'm not a runner so why can't I stop my mind
Never know if I'm running towards what's ahead or from what's behind
The middle is a lot of things but it's never kind
Wish I could be like a song and hit rewind

Everyone sees the scene and I see the plot
Been to every casino but still can't find a time machine slot
I think I remembered how to laugh the other day but I forgot
How can you not disappear when all you see is what you're not

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