Middleground

You’re only good at fighting
And I refuse to run
There’s nowhere to meet in the middle
If you won’t drop your gun

Well Justice may have once been blind
But now she can see, she just lost her mind
So we put her away

I know you’re trying to even the score
But every time you just do worse
Than before

Your freedom is ripe but you pay the price
For plucking the fruit from the tree
Go as Eve

Or better yet, you could leave it there
Until it sails down through the air
To rot on the ground
Never to be found

Freedoms such an ugly thing
And we’re faced with awful choices
But why is it always the worst of both worlds
When we combine our voices?

 

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