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