Don't you understand me? This cloud over my head is not ok. There are things that I need to get done, 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. 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 bitter sweet symphony life is, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
A Shot Below The Belt Lyrics