Wonder what any of it even means,
For nothing ever is what it seems,
Thought being the middle one was ok,
But at the end of the day all comes back on me,
I'm made out to be the bad one,
When all i do is try to keep the peace,
Just going to sit here and let it be this way,
So they can all be happy,
For there happiness is what matters to me,
Doesn't matter what the rest does to me,
They are all drifting apart away from me,
Have not seen any of them in weeks,
Hardly even spoken to a few,
Been made out to be the enemy in some of it,
But won't stand up for myself,
It'll just cause more complications and pain for them,
Why can't time just go back,
To when everything was ok,
When everyone was friends,
Before misery came and tore things apart.
