you said i was wrong, when it was you all along
you kept singing that cheesy old song
and hoping i’d catch on before long
but it was you who are wrong
so take your broken wishes and tape ’em as wings
and fly out my door
and wrong up someone else
The world is wrong. Everything is backwards… the way people interact, the way we treat each other and the environment we live in. It’s wrong the way we expect so much out of what we won’t always have, how we don’t treasure what will one day be lost. It’s all wrong, and sad.
Mr Wrong was an Asian. He had lived in a little apartment his entire life, smoking rolled tobacco and growing aloe vera plants to sooth his bad acne. He didn’t have any enemies, or that many friends either. It was his smoking that killed him – he couldn’t smell. Outside his door someone left a poisonous plant that looked remarkably liked an aloe vera plant. It didn’t smell like one, but Wrong didn’t know that. He died that night in bed, the plants toxin eating his face.
It was wrong what he did. He knows it, I know it. We both know it. But that doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change how I feel. It should. I know it should. It isn’t right that he get away with this without consequences. That I just keep loving him, despite it all. But that is the reality of it. I do. Love him. More than anything.
“If what you’re saying is true,” I mused, “then everything I’ve ever believed about the nature of the universe is wrong.”
“Indeed!” he agreed jovially. “But don’t feel badly… that is true for everyone. They’ve ALL got it wrong. Some may be right about some things, and others about other things. No one has the entire picture right. Not even me.”
“He’s always right; even when you agree with him, you’re wrong.” I nodded my head in agreement. “I can’t stand him!” Passion was laced throughout my words. “Have something to say?” He looked at us whispering to each other. “Say it to everyone at the table.” I looked up and stared him straight in the eyes. “It’ll hurt your feelings…” I didn’t really care about his feelings. “I don’t care. Say it.” “…I know your huge secret. I know that your truck was never broken. I know what really happened.” Everyone looked at me in confusion, but I kept staring straight into his angry eyes.
I knew it was the right thing to do. What do you mean I’m wrong? To do what my head tells me or what my heart tells me, and I could only do one of them, because they clash. So I chose my heart, because I would rather have a headache than heartbreak. You can’t tell me following my heart is the wrong path to go.
I was wrong. I said it. Those three defining words I never could spit out, I couldn’t even say them in my head let alone when someone else could hear, but no longer would I be the stubborn headstrong bitch I was…
I don’t really think I was wrong. To be honest, I don’t even think it’s about being wrong or being right. I think every single decision is simply just that, a decision, and whether it was “wrong” or “right” simply implies whether it has positive or negative consequences. So no, I’m not wrong. I’m just someone who made a decision, and we’ll see where that goes, won’t we?
I was wrong, ya know? I was 16 and that was that. I would be wrong for 4 more years. He couldn’t love me and wouldn’t love me. And all the time it felt pretty right.
What’s the difference between right and wrong? Some people say that there’s a gray area for everything. Nothing is so black and white. But I think they’re wrong. There’s always a wrong thing to do. Sometimes, there are multiple right ways to go, but there is always a wrong way that you shouldn’t choose. No gray area about it!
That was just wrong. There is nothing else I can say about it but that it was wrong.
I don’t know what he was thinking, but I was sharing something of importance. It meant a lot to me, and he shrugged me off, interrupted me. He didn’t care and I was completely kicked to the curb.
Who does he think he is, anyway?
In a wold of no return, one word says it all! You have the power to do it in a way no one has ever don it before. you have the choice. Will you do it the WRONG way?
wrong is the wrong word for this exorcise, maybe we should use another word like, potato, or frenzy, I like this one band a singer actualy. she calls herself a fine frenzy and her one song is called skinny boy, it’s pretty good. her newers stuff is kinda newage classic country revival. it’s kinda strange.
You are wrong. You are so wrong that you don’t know it yet. When the rain falls and your breath hitches, you are wrong. Life isn’t a breath for you to take; it’s the talon that scrapes against your cheek at night as you toss and turn.
I was wrong. I had thought I was right, but no. I was wrong. I didn’t know what to do. I was so critical of her, and now i was wrong. I need to apologize, but i can’t admit it. It’s too hard. She didn’t do it. Thoughts ran through my head like a moving subway. I was wrong.
it was wrong of her to drag that razor across her skin but she couldn’t resist. the pain of not doing so was more intense than the act itself. she needed to see the blood, and feel the sting of the after effect just to show that she wasn’t numb to the world.
This is wrong. I shouldn’t be procrastinating right now. My English essay is due on Saturday, and I’ve scheduled to meet my professor either tomorrow or Saturday. Ironically, I’m writing about how human thinking is wrong. Stumbling is wrong, surfing random sites is wrong. This is wrong.
It wasn’t wrong to think that way. It starts off easily, but becomes worse as you move along. Don’t forget that no matter what others say, the only real right is what makes you happy. Other than that, wrong doesn’t exist.
Wrong, eveything is wrong with you, she said. I can’t stand you anymore so pack your things and go away, because we’re over. He stared at her, cool, calm, and said: ‘I’ve already left, darling. Yet I’m still here. Where does that leave you?’ And she remembered that she was crazy.
When my heart stops beating,
But I’m still alive
I can feel myself creeping
Slowly away, further from the truth.
Stumbling in the darkness,
My solitary footsteps leading
To a place I’m never wrong.
If your marriage doesn’t work out, was it wrong in the first place? How do you go back to the beginning and try to unravel how it got, so, wrong. Did it slip in halfway through, or was the seed planted when you first said ‘yes’?
Wrong is just opposite of right. Right means you did it correctly. Wrong means you did it incorrectly. What’s so horrible about doing things wrong? It’s just a part of learning, no matter how many times you do t over and over. The thing is, if you do something wrong over and over.. then don’t expect any friends/close family..
sometimes, everything feels wrong.
from my head all the way down to my wrong little toes.
my clothes are wrong. my car is wrong. my job is wrong.
my life is wrong.
but being right is within reach. just barely.
It was wrong of her to treat me that way. I did everything for her. When she was sick in bed, I cleaned up after her, I sat there for hours just taking care of her and entertaining her, and then she looks at me with those cold eyes and tells me that she wishes she’d never met me. I would never be so kind to another person again.
What’s wrong with my life? Why do I feel I’m in the wrong place? Like I don’t belong. Maybe I was born in the wrong time… Should have been born earlier. Everything just feels so wrong now and then… I just want to give everything up and sleep.
What does it mean to truly do something wrong? Is there a difference between wrong and bad? Are there reasons behind why people do wrong things? Is it possible to do something wrong completely innocently, without even knowing it is so? I say yes. One can do a wrong thing for right reasons with the greater good in mind, and be wrong.
you said i was wrong, when it was you all along
you kept singing that cheesy old song
and hoping i’d catch on before long
but it was you who are wrong
so take your broken wishes and tape ’em as wings
and fly out my door
and wrong up someone else
The world is wrong. Everything is backwards… the way people interact, the way we treat each other and the environment we live in. It’s wrong the way we expect so much out of what we won’t always have, how we don’t treasure what will one day be lost. It’s all wrong, and sad.
Mr Wrong was an Asian. He had lived in a little apartment his entire life, smoking rolled tobacco and growing aloe vera plants to sooth his bad acne. He didn’t have any enemies, or that many friends either. It was his smoking that killed him – he couldn’t smell. Outside his door someone left a poisonous plant that looked remarkably liked an aloe vera plant. It didn’t smell like one, but Wrong didn’t know that. He died that night in bed, the plants toxin eating his face.
what is wrong, ? wrong answer, wrong color, nothing is wrong. wrong word for the name. wrong world for the alien.
Write and wrong… I wrote it wrong. Some places thing words have power. So does that mean if I wrote it wrong then all isn’t right? Write it right…
It was wrong what he did. He knows it, I know it. We both know it. But that doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change how I feel. It should. I know it should. It isn’t right that he get away with this without consequences. That I just keep loving him, despite it all. But that is the reality of it. I do. Love him. More than anything.
“If what you’re saying is true,” I mused, “then everything I’ve ever believed about the nature of the universe is wrong.”
“Indeed!” he agreed jovially. “But don’t feel badly… that is true for everyone. They’ve ALL got it wrong. Some may be right about some things, and others about other things. No one has the entire picture right. Not even me.”
“He’s always right; even when you agree with him, you’re wrong.” I nodded my head in agreement. “I can’t stand him!” Passion was laced throughout my words. “Have something to say?” He looked at us whispering to each other. “Say it to everyone at the table.” I looked up and stared him straight in the eyes. “It’ll hurt your feelings…” I didn’t really care about his feelings. “I don’t care. Say it.” “…I know your huge secret. I know that your truck was never broken. I know what really happened.” Everyone looked at me in confusion, but I kept staring straight into his angry eyes.
I knew it was the right thing to do. What do you mean I’m wrong? To do what my head tells me or what my heart tells me, and I could only do one of them, because they clash. So I chose my heart, because I would rather have a headache than heartbreak. You can’t tell me following my heart is the wrong path to go.
I was wrong. I said it. Those three defining words I never could spit out, I couldn’t even say them in my head let alone when someone else could hear, but no longer would I be the stubborn headstrong bitch I was…
Wrong rhymes iwth bong.
Is is wrong to post two drug related entries in one day?
It also rhymes with song which is an anagram of snog.
I woulldn’t like to snog a dog.
But what is life without a song and a bong?
I don’t really think I was wrong. To be honest, I don’t even think it’s about being wrong or being right. I think every single decision is simply just that, a decision, and whether it was “wrong” or “right” simply implies whether it has positive or negative consequences. So no, I’m not wrong. I’m just someone who made a decision, and we’ll see where that goes, won’t we?
not right crime blue green yellow ummmmm idk tar tie tea tot deal mob bop ahhhh i cant type that fast this is weird!!!!!!!
I was wrong, ya know? I was 16 and that was that. I would be wrong for 4 more years. He couldn’t love me and wouldn’t love me. And all the time it felt pretty right.
dont do it……………..
but i love him ——
What’s the difference between right and wrong? Some people say that there’s a gray area for everything. Nothing is so black and white. But I think they’re wrong. There’s always a wrong thing to do. Sometimes, there are multiple right ways to go, but there is always a wrong way that you shouldn’t choose. No gray area about it!
That was just wrong. There is nothing else I can say about it but that it was wrong.
I don’t know what he was thinking, but I was sharing something of importance. It meant a lot to me, and he shrugged me off, interrupted me. He didn’t care and I was completely kicked to the curb.
Who does he think he is, anyway?
In a wold of no return, one word says it all! You have the power to do it in a way no one has ever don it before. you have the choice. Will you do it the WRONG way?
wrong is the wrong word for this exorcise, maybe we should use another word like, potato, or frenzy, I like this one band a singer actualy. she calls herself a fine frenzy and her one song is called skinny boy, it’s pretty good. her newers stuff is kinda newage classic country revival. it’s kinda strange.
You are wrong. You are so wrong that you don’t know it yet. When the rain falls and your breath hitches, you are wrong. Life isn’t a breath for you to take; it’s the talon that scrapes against your cheek at night as you toss and turn.
You are wrong. Deal with it.
I was wrong. I had thought I was right, but no. I was wrong. I didn’t know what to do. I was so critical of her, and now i was wrong. I need to apologize, but i can’t admit it. It’s too hard. She didn’t do it. Thoughts ran through my head like a moving subway. I was wrong.
it was wrong of her to drag that razor across her skin but she couldn’t resist. the pain of not doing so was more intense than the act itself. she needed to see the blood, and feel the sting of the after effect just to show that she wasn’t numb to the world.
i’m
way
not easy
so easy
bad
cuestionable
cold
heartbreaker
don’t like
This is wrong. I shouldn’t be procrastinating right now. My English essay is due on Saturday, and I’ve scheduled to meet my professor either tomorrow or Saturday. Ironically, I’m writing about how human thinking is wrong. Stumbling is wrong, surfing random sites is wrong. This is wrong.
It wasn’t wrong to think that way. It starts off easily, but becomes worse as you move along. Don’t forget that no matter what others say, the only real right is what makes you happy. Other than that, wrong doesn’t exist.
who is right who is wrong
isn’t that the same old song;;
wrong number
wrong address
wrong change
wrong street
wrong directions
wrong not right
right not wrong
always in the wrong
Wrong, eveything is wrong with you, she said. I can’t stand you anymore so pack your things and go away, because we’re over. He stared at her, cool, calm, and said: ‘I’ve already left, darling. Yet I’m still here. Where does that leave you?’ And she remembered that she was crazy.
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When my heart stops beating,
But I’m still alive
I can feel myself creeping
Slowly away, further from the truth.
Stumbling in the darkness,
My solitary footsteps leading
To a place I’m never wrong.
I am not always right, in fact, quite often I am wrong. I am not perfect; to my knowledge nobody is….
If your marriage doesn’t work out, was it wrong in the first place? How do you go back to the beginning and try to unravel how it got, so, wrong. Did it slip in halfway through, or was the seed planted when you first said ‘yes’?
Wrong is just opposite of right. Right means you did it correctly. Wrong means you did it incorrectly. What’s so horrible about doing things wrong? It’s just a part of learning, no matter how many times you do t over and over. The thing is, if you do something wrong over and over.. then don’t expect any friends/close family..
sometimes, everything feels wrong.
from my head all the way down to my wrong little toes.
my clothes are wrong. my car is wrong. my job is wrong.
my life is wrong.
but being right is within reach. just barely.
It was wrong of her to treat me that way. I did everything for her. When she was sick in bed, I cleaned up after her, I sat there for hours just taking care of her and entertaining her, and then she looks at me with those cold eyes and tells me that she wishes she’d never met me. I would never be so kind to another person again.
What’s wrong with my life? Why do I feel I’m in the wrong place? Like I don’t belong. Maybe I was born in the wrong time… Should have been born earlier. Everything just feels so wrong now and then… I just want to give everything up and sleep.
What does it mean to truly do something wrong? Is there a difference between wrong and bad? Are there reasons behind why people do wrong things? Is it possible to do something wrong completely innocently, without even knowing it is so? I say yes. One can do a wrong thing for right reasons with the greater good in mind, and be wrong.
pink
once a upon a time there was a pink flower who loved to eat honey. every day for breakfast , lunch, and di
he thought better of it, and he was right. there was no going back home. no one knew him better anyhow.
Smoking is wrong. Cheating is wrong. Torture is wrong. Abortions are wrong. Starvation is wrong. Domestic abuse is wrong. Greed is wrong.
Standing here, oblivious, and letting it all happen is detestable.