Stuck in the middle, like limbo again
Back is bending in half for others
Maybe its a sin to be this kind to a friend
If they mistreat you like a dried up hobo

Riding the rails, may have been their life
Maybe their parents had to immigrate, the O' Fyffe
Name intact, to give their child what they lacked
So maybe their dont make the same mistakes

So instead you turn to violence, music is an art
Turning over a new life would be a very good start
Maybe your too far gone, basically a hole in your heart
Or maybe you just dont care at this point

So why should I, its not like I rely
On others emotions to make my day
Or maybe I should run off and cry
To show how much I dont care

Because if you dont
Thats all that
Matters to
Me