The Point of Being Wrong

Why the fuss
Why so down
Things can always turn around
On the edge of the world
I feel you going under
All the ways you could think of the possibilities
Still you try and see the sky as your hearts enemy

What you running from?
Where you going? Are you scared?
Scared to feel the pressure

I tell u this; what we long is on the path of all our falls
Take a hit; now you strong
Thats the point of being wrong
(The point of you to fall is meant to learn to crawl)
Thats the point of being
Wrong

Yeah you lost, fix your crown; I can feel your fighter down
But in the weight of the world I see you much lighter
Just a shift of the sight you can turn the day from night
In the eyes of your mind, you can see the bright side

What you running from?
Where you going? Are you scared?
Scared of disappointment

Afraid to love; to take my hand
Scared to give your heart a chance
Scared to learn, to be raw
Well thats the point of being wrong
(The point of being flawed is to learn to love it all)
Thats the point of being
Wrong