some days your back s against the wall some days you trip and drop the ball there are days you lie to save your face and other days your soul is out of place and no matter how many cigarettes you smoke no matter how many books you read no matter how many rosaries you pray your heart won t belive because you re still here you re still here caught up in the middle of it and you re still here you still cry walking through the middle of it still here you re still here you re still here still here this day s designed for you to fail the wind ignores your chance to sail you can t seem to get away from you you look around infront to wear the truth no matter how many cigaretters you smoke no matter how many books you read no matter how many rosaries you pray your heart can t concieve why cause you re still here you re still here caught up in the middle of it and you re still here you still cry walking through the middle of it still here walking throught the middle of it you re still here caught up in the middle of it i ll get through the middle of it and you re still here you still cry caught up in the middle of it you still cry walking though the middle of it