Empty me, Fill me up

wrong bus

I've been sitting on the wrong bus
on the wrong chair-
the one who faces nothing but it's end
It keeps stopping on the wrong stops and the wrong people keep getting on
The wrong man is staring down at the wrong girl
and I want to speak up
but I have a wrong feeling
so I just keep sitting in this wrong silence
hoping for the wrong woman to stand up and speak up
It's the wrong weather outside
and the old man living on the street is wearing the wrong coat
he closed the wrong buttons
and he smiles at me through the window with this wrong smile
and these wrong eyes
And something must be so fucking wrong with my body
because no wrong people are staring down at my legs
and the wrong song keeps playing in my head
the wrong person keeps calling my phone
I keep ignoring you in the wrong way
I'm breathing wrong
something is wrong with my legs
I'm wearing the wrong shoes on the wrong feet
and the pain is wrong
it's wrong because the pain isn't in my feet
it's in my heart
And I'm missing the wrong person who always says the wrong thing
and the feeling he gives me is so wrong but it makes me smile in the wrongest of ways
And this stupid bus should've turn right but he's turning wrong
And I should get off
but I have this tendency to always walk the wrong way
so I just keep sitting although it's wrong it's so wrong
But I was born left handed
and I was never taught to use my right
And who even said
that wrong isn't right?