Wrong and right

cracked lips saying words of goodbye

sad endings always start with a cry

and you wish you would have set straight your lies

so you could feel peace when you close your eyes

you grab your trunk and you grip your hat

passing trash and streets filled with alley cats

you quit your job to go work for a rat

a sad smile and you wonder if you'll ever miss that

tired feet because sad hours seem long

straight face in an attempt at appearing strong

you still think that what you did was wrong

it could've worked, you could've tried to get along

use the rain as an excuse to hide your face

old friends haunting a familiar place

and you wonder if you'll ever win the race

your heart skips, failing to keep its pace

ripped jeans and skinned up knees

fumble in your pocket trying to grab your keys

enter an apartment thats been vacant for weeks

kick of your shoes and try to find release

go to sleep with the light on that night

fighting battles in your head about what's wrong and right

realize the truth isn't just black and white

take some pills to hush your thoughts, out of spite