MR. WRONG

He was Mr. Wrong right from the start
I should have known that he’d break my heart
Everyone I knew, tried to tell me that something wasn’t right
But everything he did was out of my sight.
I thought that he was honest, this man who took my heart
I felt I could trust him even if we were apart.
He was selfish and dishonest; at least he was to me
I guess that relationship just wasn’t meant to be
I hope it makes him happy to play his little game
Cause someday, someone is going to treat him the same
When that day comes, he will be dancing to his own little song
Proving the point that he is Mr. Wrong

Copyright ©1996 Bridget Lynn Gentry