Often the right way is blocked by the wrong person.

There's a certain providence
in being hung out to dry
Lacking certain evidence
and being flung out to cry

believe it or not
I think this day is over

if what I did was so wrong
when did you get so clean
I hate to see you so strong
to feel this judging scream

believe it or not
i wish this day was done

why is the world so lonely
and this pain inside so heavy
and all I can say is "if only"
no one hears the words I levy

believe it or not
I think this day is done

feels like my cornerstone's gone
destined to crumble and fall
How could I feel this for so long
and never know where to call

believe it or not
This day was always over