To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes
I've become one of the people who's hiding out in the woodwork
Sick of being tired and tired of doing the footwork
I've been living in a window
I've been locking my door
And I slept on the floor on folded clothes
To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes
Decided which part of the truth was really important
When I withheld the rest, see I created a story
I wasn't strong, I was wrong
A thousand lies to make your skin crawl
While I was living alone you were trying to know me
To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes
This is my side of the story, baby see it like I see it
What if we want to get married, what if we file for divorce?
We're not living by accident
But we didn't choose how we were born
Love isn't mine to own but I've experienced phases
To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes
And become one of the people who's hiding out in the woodwork
Sick of being tired and tired of doing the footwork
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I've been living in a window
I've been locking my door
And I slept on the floor on folded clothes
To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes
To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes
To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes
To get it right you have to get it wrong sometimes