people bashin
pain existin
and here we stand
in the middle
with our
torn jeans in different places
sunglasss of different sizes
different personalities of every color
and here we stand
in the middle
jokes without a point
and randomsness with out a reason
at any given times we have a sugar rush
promises that its til the end
and here we stand
in the middle
this is were big words arent understood
small and quiet isnt allowed
little voice are never heard over the noise
and loud n happy is all we care about
and here we stand
in the middle
were we cant find one good thing in drama
or contentness in gossip
and the only drug we try is love
and "pain" doesnt exist
but here we stand
in the middle of it all and carefree
but for some reason were not involed
and we manage to keep MOST of our sanity
