Shot Below The Belt - August Burns Red: текст песни id 864400

Don’t you understand me?

Don’t you understand me?

This cloud over my head is not okay

Is not okay

There are things that I need to get done, need to get done

There are things that I need to get done, need to get done

And it doesn’t give you permission

To take a shot below the belt

What a bittersweet symphony life is But I wouldn’t have it any other way

We have such little time, let’s not spend it in anger

In anger, in anger

I am in the deep end and I can’t find air

I can’t find air

I’m throwing punches with a blindfold on

I’m throwing punches with a blindfold on

I’m throwing punches with a blindfold on

I’m throwing punches with a blindfold on Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Because I may just brake suddenly

I may just brake suddenly

I may just brake suddenly

I may just brake

I would rather not explode, that’s your job

I am stuck in between two worlds

In a maze of dreams and thoughts

What a bittersweet symphony life is But I wouldn’t have it any other way

Have it any other way