Romie Adler's Musical Guide

Chapter 37: "Am I Wrong" - Nico & Vinz

Lyrics:

AM I WRONG
For thinking out the box from where I stay?
AM I WRONG
For saying that I'll choose another way?
I ain't trying to do what everybody else doing
Just cause everybody doing what they all do
If one thing I know, how far would I grow?
I'm walking down this road of mine, this road that I call home

So
AM I WRONG
For thinking that we could be something for real?
Now
AM I WRONG
for trying to reach the things that I can't see?
But that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel trying to reach the things that I can't see

Am I tripping for having a vision?
My prediction, I'mma be on the top of the world
Hope you, hope you don't look back, always do what you decide
Don't let them control your life, that's just how I feel
Fight for yours and don't let go, don't let them compare you, no
Don't worry, you're not alone, that's just how we feel

So
AM I WRONG
For thinking that we could be something for real?
Now
AM I WRONG
For trying to reach the things that I can't see?
But that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel trying to reach the things that I can't see

If you tell me I'm wrong, wrong
I don't wanna be right, right
If you tell me I'm wrong, wrong
I don't wanna be right

So
AM I WRONG
For thinking that we could be something for real?
Now
AM I WRONG
For trying to reach the things that I can't see?
But that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel trying to reach the things that I can't see

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       As soon as I got to my car, my whole attitude changed. I wasn't sad anymore about saying my unexpected goodbye to my ex-boyfriend/friend; I was not hot headed mad. I knew what I had to do, but I was level headed about it -- I think.
       Kellan and Dusty could wait, what I had to say to Myles couldn't. I had to let him know that he couldn't get away with what he did, it was highly inappropriate. I wanted him to know that I want him to stay the fuck away from ,e, and that I should never cross his mind ever again. I'm out of his life.
       I was driving so fast over to Myles' apartment that I probably should've been pulled over. On the plus side, I didn't hit any red lights, they would've only given me more time to think about backing out of what I was about to do. This time, I'm promising myself that I won't punch him, and potentially break my hand. It didn't heal right from the last time, I can't go to New York and show up on my first day with a busted hand. That is, if I still have the job?

       When I got to Myles' apartment building, I drove into the parking space that I used to know, with a sketching halt. I pulled my keys out of the ignition, slammed the door shut, and marched all the way up to the door. I was on a mission, and I felt my breathing become staggered like I was a bull ready to fight.
       It didn't occur to me that Myles could not even be home, I just figured he was, because he's a lazy ass low life like that. Before I just barged into Myles' apartment, I cleansed myself with a breath before shit went down, like I was an actress on Broadway right before the curtains opened.
       The door of course wasn't locked -- that meant he was definitely home -- so, I turned the knob and pushed open the door. I stormed my feet into the living room, because I knew that's where he would be. I was right, he was sitting on the couch smoking his bong that I wanted desperately to throw against the wall, and watch it break into a million little pieces right before his bloodshot eyes.