"Between"

I am two-faced, two-sided
Defaced, divided
Unnerved, undecided
Who will I be?

I could live for the day, or stay inside
Wholly embrace, or remain in hiding
A blank space for me to write in
Who will I be?

Cause I could be myself
Or anybody else
Hold to the bitterness in me
Or place my pride up on the shelf
And I could live to be the thing
That you've wanted me to be
Is there any reckoning
Or am I always in between

I am no saint, I'm a liar
Full of complaints and desires
Quenching fiction, feeding fires
Who will I be?

Cause there's so much grace I could deny
The walls I place to keep you outside
Without your change in my stagnant life
Who will I be?

Cause I could be myself
Or anybody else
Hold to the bitterness in me
Or place my pride up on the shelf
And I could live to be the thing
That you've wanted me to be
Is there any reckoning
Or am I always in between

Direction, clear direction
Spit me out, I'm going nowhere now
There's only one way that I know
Where I myself will never go
Can't get there on my own
No, never