SUCKAPUNCH - You Me At Six

I’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