Abject Paradise - Bloody Sunday

Do you know what it means

To truly be outside

Last pick for everything

No one even knows your name

Do you know how it feels

To be rejected all the time

Always feeling like you are

Standing at the back of the line

I never fit in

Not saying i didn’t try

I got so sick and tired

Where my brothers

Stand by me

Unfit for society

The outsiders

Live freely

Finally a place for me

Not you

Try so hard

To fit in to this

You rejected all of us

Did you really think that i’d forget

Why don’t you go back home

And leave this for us

There’s no second chances

Once you break our trust

I won’t let you ruin this for me

This is home for me

I won’t let you burn down all these walls

That were built on the backs of kids with heart

True passion isn’t something you can find

You can try but its a waste of time

You can laugh and call this a cliche

But it meant the same in 88

I won’t let you ruin this for me

This is home to me