paroles de chanson Middle-Ground - Giovanni Piazza

I think I've gotten too used to the joy and pain
My mental should be a range
Not polarized between two states, nah
I think I can't keep thinking like this every day
These Seasons just need to change
My life's author should turn the page
God, what is the purpose behind repetitious chains?
I break free and I swallow grace
Then spit it out, enslaved in shame, why?
I know there's more than this
Cycles, I wasn't born for this
No, I was raised to seize my life and sight to make the most of it
My story isn't over yet
My life will not be motionless
Tap into my emotions, man
This has always been where I vent
(Cut my heart out) and show you it
Drenching this beat with all I've bled
Got all this weight I must express
Lyrics carry it off my chest
Look at my life and realise that I've been blessed
Every step backwards let me reassess
Every step forward let me learn a lesson
I've never had one regret
Even if I could do it again
Never would choose right instead of left
This life builds on itself, progresses, man

I don't know, man, it's like
I'm always writing sad vibes,
And away from the mic
I'm this super hyped-up kid
You'd never-you'd never guess I was
Singing the stuff I wrote, you know?
I just-I feel like it's not supposed to be like that, I guess.
Like... it's like there's no middle-ground.
Where's th- where's that middle-ground, you know?

I made me, my parents raised me
But I will choose my own ending
This pressure I keep misspending
It's doesn't help me with cleansing
Instead it has me pretending
My battles aren't past tense, see
These lyrics aren't where I've been, need
Somebody to understand, please
My therapist has me mending
The open wounds I never bandaged
She tells me I'm more than sad
Said there's purpose that I'm cementing
I hope so
Cuz the Lord knows I'm tryna do right
And every time I make mistakes I try to own it, man
Pride is such a killer and I've honestly always been terrified
Of what happens if I start to love myself
Will my ego rise?
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I should never lyricize?
Maybe the man I am today is exactly who God designed
And writing about (my imperfections) isn't how I was meant to thrive
But who knows?
Maybe I'll help someone else survive
At the end of the day we're all just tryna use up the time
In our lives
In any way that means something after we die
Did I make a difference?
(Oh)