Is it wrong that I see things a little differently?
Is it wrong that I believe in truth?
Is it wrong that I take things seriously? Though I’m a kid
And kids need to make mistakes?
Is it wrong that I fall in love so easily? With songs and writings, people,
And every little insignificant thing?
Is it wrong that sometimes I make myself sad? That I get so low, then rise
To the top again?
Is it wrong to feel everything? To take everything in at once,
And let it consume my being?
Tell me, is it wrong to be only human?