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With a reclusive girl, our love was long outdated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)