Middleman

Angel faces with demon voices occupy this mind of mine
I'm a puppet on a string
A slave to their empty advice

I'm the middleman in a game that I'll never win
Frustration and anger crawl underneath my skin
Like worms slowly eating every part of me
Making it harder to breathe

Words and cellphones being thrown across the room
People searching for alibis
All they know to do is lie
Every word is a foreign one
And every passing day is a penny saved for buying a gun

Spawn of a tragic mess
Doomed from the very start
All they were good at was tearing me apart
Fake looks of innocence and fake petitions of playing nice
But with these two it seems with anything good,there's always a price