Why am I always wrong?
why can't i for once be strong
i am here strumming the guitar
to the words of my solemn, sad song
i wrote it out, all the feelings,
all the thoughts, all my doubts,
just for once, i wish love would stay
instead of turning and walking away
why do i always get burned?
But as far as i am concerned,
don't concern yourself with me,
someday soon i will flee...
the words, the chorus,
has gotten old,
its time to find out what is left for this soul,
if everything is black as coal,
and if there is any chance for me to grow...