Middle Child Syndrome

Many tried bringing her down
Ain't got haters trying to help her up
All the chains were hung straight to the ground
She was all messed up and still messed up
Never occur to express, more to suppress

All those grades she could ace them
But never in the simplest matter
She could act, dance, sing out loud
She can never do what she's supposed to do
Miserable as she already is

Thinking she could hold them up
But no she's a walking bomb
Thinking she could have them all
But no she's a greedy slave
Somebody please tell her
Please tell her
That nothing stays forever

Trying to cover up all the pain
So she starts building to gain
Keep dreaming for things to never be the same
While she's trying to stay sane
Her own pain is conking in her head

All she does is stalling
Never realize things never change
Keep holding onto the grudge
Keep protecting to think she's right
But little did nothing proves she's right

Thinking she could hold them up
But no she's a walking bomb
Thinking she could have them all
But no she's a greedy slave
Somebody please tell her
Please tell her
That nothing stays forever

Screaming she keeps screaming
No voice there was none
Only sweat, blood, tears were shed
The aftermath was nil
And damn it is on repeat

Some lies some dramas
She could live with those
Though some haters trying to pull a show
She nail to impress, much to depress
Everything is spring clean she thinks

She could just open up
Tell her heart out
All she has to do is to trust
What He has decided
She should have known it
That life is a game
You gotta gamble at the end of the day
Faith, trust, work you gotta work
You made your life as it is

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