Wrong

Never said you would
But who thought you could
Make the best of everything that's handed to your soul
Later down the line with no pretentious signs
Straight up honest DIY

Needless to say, to say I was wrong
Growing back twice as hard and oh so strong
The fear of defeat crawls up my spine
Like a well-aged bottle of wine
That well-aged bottle of wine

Most likely to succeed
Had no one to compete
That silver spoon that never made you happy or just sane
Later down the line
Most obvious of signs
Never lived up to yourself

Needless to say, to say I was wrong
Growing back twice as hard and oh so strong
The fear of defeat crawls up my spine
Like a well-aged bottle of wine
That well-aged bottle of wine



Credits
Writer(s): Henning Isleif
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