I Am Wrong

Am I wrong to assume every woman is just like you?
You fall in love so you can wear a dress,
You wed to ensure your peers are impressed.
But I am wrong if I say «I do». I’d be lying to you.
I’m bored with your friends and sick of your moods,
I’m tired of selling «I love you too».
I am wrong.
Am I wrong if I lose my faith?
If I forget about and miss your birthday?
You’re a dead-end job I hate,
A dingy apartment I can’t afford to pay,
I am wrong, but when I get home
I know exactly what I’m going to do,
I’ll say «mom, I know life is hard,
but I love you and I know dad loves you too»
I can’t be wrong.
Am I wrong if I stretch the truth?
Can we just go back to what we’re used to?
I’ll never be your groom, I won’t hold your hand like you want me to,
Am I wrong if I don’t care where you go or who you’re meeting there?
You’ll never be my bride, I can’t have some kid ruining my night,
I am wrong.