I always do wrong
I am not created to perfection
I choose to be good
But being good does no good to me
From left to right, there is a negative reaction,
Reactions that would run forever and long.
I always do wrong
Don’t think I am street smart
Because in reality I am not
Blunders are part of my norms
Feeling tormented is a thing for me
Life is not wonderful and lovely
I define it best as damned and scary.
I always do wrong
Call me blasphemous and I admit that
Hello?! I am not a church brat here
Though prayer is my habit as precious as myrrh
I do bad things and those are shits
From large to small, from bytes to bits.
I always do wrong
My logic is totally terrible
You can barely call it intelligible
I don’t reason for it ushers trouble
I don’t give answers for all of them are wrong
‘Cause no one defends that all of them are right.
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