Lyrics A Shot Below the Belt - August Burns Red

Don′t you understand me?
This cloud over my head is not okay.
There are things that I need to get done.
The burden I have been carrying is not my idea of fun,
And it doesn't give you permission to take a shot below the belt.
We have so little time, let′s not spend it in anger.
I am in the deep end and can't find air.
I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
Stop riding my tail with your high beams on, because I may just brake suddenly.
I would rather not explode – that's your job.
I′m 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.