From the recording I WAS WRONG
Lyrics
An older gal I didn't know said my name means "bitter"
And I screamed inside when she asked about the one stuck in the middle
'Cause she exclaimed "oh, He'll turn your bitterness to joy!"
And I’ve known this truth for my whole life, but I’m still playing coy
'Cause I've always felt it's more rock n'roll to be angry at myself
To hide my wounds beneath the tough and curl into my shell
So I can't hear encouragement and say "you don't get it!"
I'll dress in black and roll my eyes and readjust my chip
I'm having too much fun feeling pathetic!
It's not about looking good or looking bad
But if you come home to your Dad
Not glory found in martyrdom, or whether you'd crusade
And after all the times I've failed
And thrown myself into a jail
I'm left here with a battle cry and song:
I didn't hold to truth and I was wrong!
I chopped off all my hair one time cause I was feeling bored
I told my friends and family it was to serve the Lord
Looking back, it wasn't done with ill intent or will
But in my immaturity, He took me deeper still
Just young and dumb, obsessed with aesthetics!
But it's not about looking good or looking bad
But if you come home to your Dad
Not glory found in martyrdom, or whether you'd crusade
And after all the times I've failed
And thrown myself into a jail
I'm left here with a battle cry and song:
I didn't hold to truth and I was wrong!
I don't wanna step out of the boat and turn into a wave
Tossed about by wind and doubt, always shifting blame
I wanna reach out for Your hand, amidst the changing trials
Count it joy and persevere with faith just like a child
I'll keep You on Your throne and I won't regret it!
‘Cause it's not about looking good or looking bad
But if you come home to your Dad
Not glory found in martyrdom, or whether you'd crusade
And after all the times I've failed
And thrown myself into a jail
I'm left here with a battle cry and song:
I didn't hold to truth and I was wrong!
So wrong!