The Inner Circle

Keep saying that I can go for one more day Betray all instincts that you’ve lost your way I don’t want to tell you all the thoughts that are flying round my head Chances are you’d pin them down It’s not the English way; drink up, soak ambition with dread Our potential is polarised instead This isn’t my day This isn’t my life Blood, piss – Leeds lads’ liquids lavish my doorstep every night I once believed that everything would be alright This place makes me feel naïve for having any hopes or dreams There’s no depth or substance to anything Life in the inner circle is exactly how it seems Contrary to popular belief I wasted my days in a city that I hated With a reclusive girl, our love was long outdated Now I’ve seen the world and now that I know myself How could it ever happen again? Surely I wouldn’t let it happen again I just don’t know This isn’t my day or life (I am stuck inside) This isn’t my day or life (Of the inner circle) This isn’t my day or life (I am stuck inside) This isn't mine (Of the inner circle)