Wrong

I guess I was wrong... Dead by April I guess I was wrong because it's June now and I'm alive and kicking This will be my year, wasn't a mistake on my part just an outdated lie since this summer lies in ruins well what can be done I can't control the things around me my words mean nothing at all my actions are my plans always being bombarded so why try How much room do I need to breathe, room enough to scream I found my place in the world I guess I was wrong since the world is a messed up place and I'm just its mess, walking around in it Am I the bad seed grown in the garden am I the silent star crashing landing for being kicked out of the cluster am I the leftover flames from the fire, already put out am I the one to change the world, destined for greatness How will I know if I'm just a small town boy just moping about my false hopes When is it my time to evaporate I've asked so many times but I'd rather it be when I'm 83 since I want to see my children grow a big dreamer who is only 16 I know my future I guess I was wrong... I guess I was wrong... I guess I was wrong... I guess I was wrong...