It’s a short trip to feel the heat from your fire, the anger is hurled with abandon once more. ” I’m sorry” are the words I know I won’t hear but I still find myself hoping you’ll see the light in these tears
Chorus:
It’s not that I need to be right, I’m just tired of being wrong, I need to see it matters when my face crumples from your glare… It’s easy to feel like you just don’t care
I wonder what you see when you’re looking at me, do the years we’ve spent enter your mind ? I wanna be loved but being liked is kind
Chorus:
It’s not that I need to be right, I’m just tired of being wrong. It hurts to feel disregarded for so long.
It’s me in here, I’m here, I’m here
Repeat
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