If I'm caught in a crossfire,
I might as well die
Than be emotionally tired
And be there in the sky
The pressure is in my bones
Especially in this "wonderful" home
I am always in the middle
And the right to explain and express myself are disabled
I am not a messenger to begin with
After all, I'm kind of a kid
So, why should I forced to be one,
If my reward will be none?
All I ask is for me to be treated as a person
Not a little messenger in the middle
Because my situation is troublesome
If that's your problem, that I won't handle
