The Conversation
You`re right, I'm wrong.
Because at this moment,
There's no place where I feel that I belong.
I started the conversation with good intentions,
And ended up with such a stupid fault.
I said some things I meant,
Things that were not meant,
To be said
I wast lost,
Didn't know, were to head for.
Untill someone opend up me eyes,
While I was screaming no.
He showed me my mistake,
Told me to look, a different way.
He proved to me that I was wrong,
Showed me to look from a different point of view.
I was wrong and you were right,
But can I be near you, by your side.
Because I now know it's al my fault,
And I feel that eternal punsishment is where I belong.