Right?
How can I be so sure that I am wrong when I may be right?Wait a minute while I try again to understand my plight.
If they say it's ok, does that make it right?
The fact that I, with a sigh, had a chance but I let it get by,
Like it wasn't mine and still I can only wonder about my blunder.
To listen to them doesn't make me right in the light of day I must say.
I am right for me, not thee, so wait and see, when I turn out the light
Confusion is not the illusion I chose to represent me.
Comes from me for all to see I will not let them represent me.
Up all night, no relief in sight, can it all really be in my head, this dread?
Sleep is near, give up the fear and accept it will be me they see.
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