Eating into your mind the suspicions
of intrigue confuse and deceive, until
in retaliation we slash, crash into total
confusion, unable to care about right
all we need do is hurt, make it better for us
after all, we are right, aren’t we, at least it
seemed that way when I first lashed out in hurt
now looking at all the pain, thinking I did it
I‘m right. What a lot of hurt, that selfish thought cost
doe’s it matter who is right or wrong, don’t think so
but we carry on not thinking of anything only our
selfish motives in hurting, the satisfaction of I’m right.
Only when you look at what you’ve done do you realize
I’m alone.What joy is there in being right or wrong, when
you end up on lonely street walking on your own, thinking
I was right, but they wouldn’t listen to me: This is meant to be.
