• I'm stuck in the middle,
    No one's asking me,
    What I'm thinking.

    Well right now,
    I'm wondering how,
    To stop this fighting,
    Why can't it end?

    I'm sick and tried of standing,
    In this Neutral Zone,
    It's like I'm Switzerland
    Because that's the one country,
    That refuses to fight in the wars.

    All I want to do is scream,
    Stop it,
    I'm so tried of having to stop,
    All the fights.

    I'm the one people come to,
    When they need a shoulder to cry on,
    It's my shoulder,
    It's always wet with tears it seems,
    And it's all because of this
    Neutral Zone.

    The few fights I've gotten into,
    I've lost miserly,
    I hate this Neutral Zone,
    I'm so sick and tried of being on my own.

    Why can't I just say,
    Stop the fighting already,
    Every time a fight happens,
    I'm always in the Neutral Zone.

    I just want to escape this place,
    I'm so sick of the Neutral Zone,
    Can't the fighting just stop,
    This once.

    I hope it does,
    Because then their will be no Neutral Zone,
    My shoulders will be dry, because no one will cry,
    I won't have to try and choose a side,
    But that will only happened if this Neutral Zone Disappears,
    And that I fear will never happened.