When I thought I was right I was wrong.
I was weak when I thought I was strong.
When I thought I was big I was small.
I was short when I thought I was tall.
When I thought I was young I was old.
When I thought I was hot I was cold.
When I thought I was good I was bad.
When I smiled I disguised I was sad.
When I thought I was saint I was sinner,
A loser and never a winner.
I was lost when I thought I was found,
In a tunnel deep under the ground.
When I thought that I might not be heard
I left without saying a word,
I left without writing a line,
And I thought I would manage just fine.
I knew I had nothing to say
When the night would not turn into day.
When I thought I was white I was black.
It's too late. But I wish I was back.
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