Wednesday, February 23, 2011

There's Something Wrong With Me, Chemically.

There is something wrong with me
I was born at the wrong time
In the wrong house
Accused of the wrong crime

I was marching to the wrong drum
In the wrong line
With the wrong people
And the wrong sign

I have the wrong friends
All the wrong ties
The wrong thoughts
And they're all lies

I'm in the wrong place
On the wrong side
In the wrong cell
I had the wrong guide

Now I'm in the wrong grave
And they have won
It's all said,
And it's all done.


This path I was on
It was too long
And now I know it's all
Wrong.

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