Wrong

They think like I never cry,
Like I never regret to good bye,
Like I’m tough and hard as a stone,
Like I think that I’m never wrong.

But I know I am wrong in my every step
And all the words I had said I would not forget.
I look in the mirror and I’m not all right
‘cause the only smart word I know is “fight”.

May be you think like I never cry,
Like every tear in my eyes appears to die.
May be you know not that truly I’m always wrong
And I doubt the reason why I was even born.

They say that I’m very strong
But I know, what I do is always so wrong.
I’m sitting again all alone at night
And crying to the darkness: “Why don’t I do anything right?!”

I want you to know I don’t give a damn what they say.
I’m trying my best to do right and just stay
But seems like I’m wrong in my nature in words and deeds.
I try to be right but to me it just never fits.

They say that words for me don’t make sense,
They don’t know that a word is a bullet for me and I’ve no defence.
I try every day to do right and be fine
But every minute I fail and I know I am wrong all the time.