caught in the crossfire.

new, or old.
rough, or sweet.
familiar, or strange.
you're both different,
and yet oh so the same.
it's strange, this war,
and yet i can't help but feel
i've been here before.

another time,
another place,
and someone else's name,
but the emotion's the same,
and it's just as real.
caught in the crossfire,
caught in the war,
caught in the battles,
and caught in the middle.

he stands on one side,
still quiet as ever.
refusing to say the words,
that could have stopped it all.
he holds onto his pride,
while i hold onto mine,
neither wanting to admit,
we'd give it all for the other.
he crosses his arms,
gives me a hurt look,
and turns away.

you stand on the other,
sweet and kind.
the rock i needed,
when he left me behind.
you're here - and there - now.
and you're wherever i need you,
just like a lighthouse for the ship.
you take no note,
of the looks and glances.
trust is your thing,
and you've placed it in me.

so sweet and so tame,
you're the perfect one.
but somehow. . .
there's still a war,
a battle going on,
of who really is the one.
my heart's torn,
someone will get hurt
by the time the toll's taken,
and the battle's won.
caught in the crossfire,
i'm still the loser.