Wrong

You wait inside for the rain to come again, it's almost buried in your skin

You rage inside, but the waiting cannot touch you when you're gone

Afterthought, mull it over. With all this dying to be done, you'd be the only one to run

Then your haste won me over. Behind another dying sun, it seems to vanish in the darkness when you're gone

I've been waiting all this time to tell you you were wrong

Find hate in love. Truth gets carried in on lies, all your sinking alibis

Hesitate, pull you under, but the gravity can't hold you when you're down

I've been waiting all this time to tell you you were wrong. So incredibly wrong