Wrong, you are tiring me out, enticing my mind with an apple that came from a tree that bore the fruit of the wicked, why? Why must you continue to discombobulate my heart with your contradictory reasoning, persuading me that acting upon my impulse won't hurt anyone as long as it's secretive, leaving me with doubts of not choosing your opposition, upon making a transition to an ill-minded decision. Everything is not all right with me, something is wrong with me and I'm tired of masking my truth through a simple minded lie, I can't deny, that I've done wrong, but even from a current blessing, I feel as if no good can come from it. Wrong, you've turned me left but as tired as I am I strive to go right, so sick of pretending that everything is all right.