I remember it used to be different. I used to be where I was supposed to be. I never walked too far away from home. Well I was wrong. (I was wrong I was wrong I was motherfunkin' wrong). I used to be afraid of what was outside. And now I'm all about skies and galaxies. I haven't got a thing to prove where I have been. Well I've got a song that you just can't sing along. Back to Oneonta. 'Cause if we hang to the melodies. We may not get through in one piece. And it hurts and it hurts. If we get lost in poetry. We'll write out sins so beautifully. But they're not they're not!. And it turned out that I don't feel that good. Being on the place I wanna be. And every time I hear you say you love me. I ask 'why me? Why me? '. (I was wrong I was wrong I was motherfunkin' wrong). That's why I've always been scared of those mirrors. I think that I would not survive the view. I spilled away just what I've tried to hide all over you. Now you don't know what to do. 'Cause if we hang to the melodies. We may not get through in one piece. And it hurts and it hurts. If we get lost in poetry. We'll write out sins so beautifully but they're not. They're not!. And I got lost. I've got so lost. Back to Oneonta