Too late for my best
and too early for my worst
stuck in the middle a balance must merge
Too bright for the angels
and too dark for the demons
this middleground must be kept even
Too small for the large
and too big for the tiny
why cant i keep up my perfect timing?
Its rhymeing is off
and the poem lacks taste
i've given up on so call me a waste
there are no rules
and there too many laws
at the end who saw i would fall?
Too early for an end
and too late for a beginning
i gave it a run now its time i'm only killing
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