I'm a west side girl in an east side world Or is it the other way around? 5 years have gone since I lived in the rain 5 years have gone since I was forced to gain The strength to leave behind a life so perfect I still dream of it now I'm fighting a war between my selfAsking no one and everyone Do I hold on to what once was Or do I hold on to what is?  Am I bound by currents and rockor plateaus and locked Doors? I am a girl stuck in the middle With nothing to gain andeverything to lose