@theprofessor,
They tell me that I'm selfish, they tell me I'm irrational
How the **** is that? I can think for myself, so I ask you
How can I be those things if I've went out of my way
to extinguish other brothers who have been doused in a flame?
While one side of the family's trying to manipulate
I'm protecting another side of it every day
And how the **** can an autistic get caught up in this conflict
and end up having to choose which part of an argument
to agree with?
I feel like a little piggy in the middle
Being involved in a tug-of-war and being kicked at with riddles
Much like the Riddler when he leaves a lot of mysteries in the centre
of the ghetto for Batman and Robin to figure
And it seems like I'm being blamed for everything that's going on
and I've been caught on the hook for all the **** that's blown up
My perpetrator's got the psychological thing all sewn up
and my finger's trapped in the needle while it travels through the clothes, but
I've salvaged every bit of courage I can muster
to try and convince my brother that I'm not the ************
that he claims me to be, it's a great shame to me
that he's decided to up the ante and take the change laid
for every statement that he makes
There's no ailment for that sort of pain
because it's probably gonna stay with me throughout the days
Hostility is a difficult thing to bear
Especially when you've accusations thrown everywhere
in every ear of every person on Earth who sheds a tear
And there's no way for that blamed victim to escape
This has left me puzzled, I don't know what else to say
I guess I've gotta control my impulses that get in the way
'Cause if I blurt out something without thinking beforehand
I'm gonna be left with a broken heart and a sore hand
Stripped of dignity, deprived of spirit and divested of confidence
And all because the enemy you hate is taken prominence
over the whole gang much like a Mafia boss
when he controls his subordinates and adapts a force
that cannot be reckoned with
But if someone's gotta pay, then they've got to pay
They've made their bed, now they lie dead in it