Lyrics

I used to think I had the answers all lined up,
Everything simple, nothing to doubt.
I’d argue loud just to fill the silence,
But most of the time, I was wrong out loud.

I thought pain meant something was broken,
A punishment life would send.
Now I see the scars on my body and heart
Are marks of places I’ve learned to mend.

I thought love was lightning, quick and gone,
A flash in the dark and then it moved on.
But love is steady, it grows like roots,
It’s in the small things, it’s in the truth.

Pre-Chorus
Every year’s another mirror I face,
Showing the cracks I once tried to erase.
And the older I get, the more I see,
Being wrong’s the thing that’s changing me.

Chorus (orchestra swells in)
I used to be wrong about love,
Thought it was fire that burned too fast.
Now I know love is steady,
It’s the kind of thing that stays, that lasts.
I used to be wrong about who I am,
Thought I had to fight to belong.
But growing up keeps reminding me
I’ve been wrong, and that’s how I get strong.

I used to think silence was empty,
That quiet meant I was left behind.
But in the stillness I’ve started hearing
A different voice, a gentler kind.

I thought anger was the way to be powerful,
That winning meant never bending down.
But mercy feels stronger than shouting,
And grace can flip the whole world around.

I thought time was endless, mine to waste,
That tomorrow would always be there.
But now each second feels holy,
Fragile enough to make me care.

Pre-Chorus
The truth keeps shifting the more I grow,
Every wrong I lived taught me what I know.
And if I fall again, that’s fine
The lessons I need always come with time.

Chorus (orchestra swells bigger)
I used to be wrong about love,
Thought it was fire that burned too fast.
Now I know love is steady,
It’s the kind of thing that stays, that lasts.
I used to be wrong about who I am,
Thought I had to fight to belong.
But growing up keeps reminding me
I’ve been wrong, and that’s how I get strong.

Bridge (spoken/rap flow with strings building behind)
I thought strength meant never crying,
I thought doubt meant I’d lose my way.
I thought faith was having answers,
Instead of learning how to pray.
I thought being wrong was weakness,
That mistakes defined who I’d be,
But every wrong I’ve stumbled through
Pulled the truer self from me.

(orchestra swells)
Violins crying, brass breaking through,
Every wrong note still carries truth.
All my missteps, all my shame,
They’re the reason I can change.

Final Chorus (layered, soaring with full orchestra)
I used to be wrong about love,
Thought it was fire that burned too fast.
Now I know love is steady,
It’s the kind of thing that stays, that lasts.
I used to be wrong about who I am,
Thought I had to fight to belong.
But growing up keeps reminding me —
I’ve been wrong, and that’s how I get strong.

Outro (soft, violin fades in)
I’ll be wrong again tomorrow,
But that just means I’ll learn what’s true.
Every wrong I’ve carried with me
Brought me closer to the truth.