All this time, I’ve been wrong

At this point, I don’t know where I belong

I’m told one thing here and the opposite there.

I don’t know what to believe, from who, from where

This all started when I was young, oh how I wish I could go back

Before the divorce, before chores, before all of that

I wish I could see the truth through my eyes, not theirs

I could see what actually happened, not just hear their words.

If only it were possible, I wish, I wish.