The Wrong Note

I'm riding in a car and had a bit of an artistic binge. 


I'm all wrong

I'm so wrong

I find comfort in

This sorry song

Another singer

Another voice

We're all here

As if we had a choice

But we have a choice

And there is a current

And I'm tired of feeling sorry

I'm tired of singing sorrys 

As an excuse to sing sorrys 

Again.


I found myself a bit fed up with myself. Can you relate?