Theres one thing about being wrong,
That sometimes can be hard.
Its that lump that you swallow,
When your inward pride is marred.
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The pain that you feel,
And that embarrassing taste;
The emptiness inside,
When your plans are a waste.
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Where do you go,
When you want to hide?
To erase the suffering,
You feel inside.
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Youre afraid to show your face,
To all of your friends.
Alone and ashamed,
Putting off amends.
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Does it all matter,
Who is wrong or right?
When your friend is lost
To fear and fright.
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It is only human,
To sometimes be wrong.
So swallow it on down,
And come back where you belong.
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We are all here,
Waiting on you.
You know deep down,
You belong here too.
Written 11/07/05
