Nonpoint

I wanted to be right to change a common situation,
that always seems to happen to me.
But then I gave into the way of common desperation,
and dedicated time to find the weakness in me.
The freedom to react and attack it when I'm defensive.
My decision, a solid metal rock wall,
extended inside of every argument created,
by the difference between the way I think,
and the way the world is doing it.
[Chorus]
The world can be wrong today for once.
You'll have to be wrong today.
For once, I can't be wrong.
I was wrong before.
Didn't know a lot about what I to do,
about changing my way of thinking.
So I blend instead of being separate.
Things don't always have to go my way.
But, this always being wrong is driving me crazy.
Where's the American Dream guarantee,
if I do it-exactly-your way?
I've seen your followers fall.