I don’t like being wrong,
But it hurts more to be right.
So I lie about how I feel,
As I hold you through the night.
I don’t like being right,
Knowing it hurts you to be wrong,
So I lie about what’s real,
That you can remain strong.
I don’t like being hurt,
As if right and wrong are things,
Somehow that’s become our deal,
Ever since we put on our rings.