wrong

I keep the wrong things in, And let the wrong things out. Trust me I'm the epitome, Of what wrong is all about. I have tried to change my ways, I have tried to make time right. But it's easier here on the ground, Than to learn how to fly. Happiness is just another sin, When you fake a laugh, a smile. Cause no one really cares, To walk those 9 miles. Or is is 9 yards? I'm forgetting how to think. My future slipping from my fingers, And slowly beginning to shrink. But my past is vivid, And growing ever stronger. I can't count the seconds. I can't stand it any longer. Just wait one more night, So I can sleep in my own arms. And wait one more night, Before you bring me harm. For the things that I've done wrong.

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