Wrong place, wrong time,
The scenery may be sublime,
Candy for you eye,
But there's pain in your mind,
In your heart, in your soul
The situation of old,
Was a sight to behold,
That blast from past,
Rocks your whole wide world.
You got the pain, but no gain,
It'll drive you insane
You fall from the stage,
You've got to move on,
You've got to move on,
Part of your heart lives there
But it feels so wrong
You're not one of them
You're just dirt on the gem
Brushed off, blown away,
What've you got to say?
No one will find out,
At least not today.
Wrong time, wrong place,
Too late to save face,
Too late to erase,
Your screaming disgrace,
The splendor, the tenor,
Of these four walls,
You've grown quite a bit, yet you feel so small
The ceiling comes down,
With a thundering sound,
Everything you aspired for, suddenly drowned,
What were you expecting, to forget your crime?
Well I got four words, wrong place, wrong time.
I DIDN'T EAT INDIAN FOOD UNTIL COLLEGE
13 years ago
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