"WRONG"

DESCRIPTION: Wrong; I try to defend myself, but it's futile. You're already too far gone. Yet still, I'm unable to make even a single sound. Perhaps I was the one being emotional after all..? No, surely that can't be... From that feeling, a song of vindictive guilt was born.

literal description: my friend was disagreeing with the concept of "mental illness" with me, but i cna't form a proper counterargument. this happens a lot

From hatred to betrayal,
I surely can't forgive you
So don't you dare disagree with me

From hatred to betrayal,
I'll flip the scales on you
again, I'll do it again

I'm always living on the brink between hatred and love
so don't ignore what I have to say
Again, I find myself unable to explain this gut feeling
and become an idiot again

In your eyes, I wonder how I look
is it something beautiful, like how I used to see you?
But now, your image is poisoned by guilt and resentment...

I'm always finding more ways to hate your attitude
and the way you always smugly disapprove
I can't stand how we're the same, but so different
Don't rub your "maturity" in my face

I'm never able to really disprove
any of the statements you say, so
it's driving me insane, even though I know I'm right
But I must be wrong

I'm wrong I'm wrong I'm wrong I got it wrong



From friendship to betrayal,
I'm always losing someone
So I cover my heart with thorns

From friendship to betrayal,
it's like you're on the offense
even when you're always making sense

It's like you never see
You're always unable to realise, selfishly
So I hate you, but
I think this every time we speak

It's like you try not to see
Blinding yourself to reality, but
I know you really
think that you're right every time
I'm always living on the brinkl between hatred and love
so you better not ignore me again
You try to disprove these feelings, without understanding
Yes, I'm sure it's definitely your fault this time!

With conviction, I'll aim at you
Yet again, I'm doing this without making a move
SSo now, I'm poisoned by guilt and resentment...

I'm always finding more ways to reset these feelings
tomorrow I'll wake up good
I can't stand how we're the same, yet not;
so don't rub your blind arrogance in my face

Even so, I'm nearly as bad as you...
...
That's what I thought, until
I realised the truth

You're wrong you're wrong you're wrong you have it all wrong