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.
Didn’t they ever tell you? The woman is always right!!
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Oddly, I wrote something about that once.. https://psibrone.wordpress.com/2014/06/16/on-being-right-2/
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No odd at all, I would say!
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It’s a got a soft touch to it. I like it.
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Thanks.
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