SUCKAPUNCH

You Me At Six

I’m getting visions
Of new beginnings
Don’t think you fit in
Hurts to admit it at lastI’m getting visions
Of new beginnings
Don’t think you fit in
Hurts to admit it at last
I’m free from my past
We’re in the same room but stand on different sides
You could lose your mind trying to understand mine, it’s a sign of the times
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I’m getting visions
I’m pessimistic
Call it nihilist
But really what is the point, in making any noise?
Want to look forward, but I’m so tortured
I’m feeling nauseous
I’m just a passenger of
Someone else’s good times
But
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
Oh, something I could never say
Why you gotta make it feel this way by lying to my face?
A suckapunch I can take
I wasn’t born yesterday
A bloodsport but I’m a saint
It’s time to consider there are no winners
I’m getting visions and you’re not fitting in