What goes up, must come down
It's such a strain to toy with so much waste
Neither here nor there
Tell me am I far or am I near?
You think I'm strong, but I'm weak
You think I love, but I hate
You think I'm right, but I'm wrong
Violence is never the answer
Neither is giving me the cold shoulder
There's so much struggle
Why am I so fickle?
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