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