Was I wrong?

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

I was completely wrong.

Actually, I was wrong.

I understood that I was wrong again.

I know what I did was wrong.

I think it was wrong.

Everyone said that I was wrong.

I knew that something was wrong.

He now admits I was wrong.

When I was a child, I was spanked if I did something wrong.

Needless to say, I was drastically wrong.

Three years later, I found out how wrong I was.

And I was just so blown away at how wrong I was, in that second.

(Moses) replied I did do that and I was in the wrong,

(Moses) replied I did do that and I was in the wrong,

But you know, I was believing in the wrong thing.

I told David, 'keep your work out of my kitchen.' But I was wrong.

I thought they might be playing King of the Hill, but I was wrong.

And I was reminded how utterly wrong I am, so much of the time.

I know what is wrong. I have done wrong.

I know what is wrong. I have done wrong.

Was Julian wrong?

Julian was wrong?

And I had this gut reaction that this was the wrong way to do it.

Am I wrong?

Not only are you wrong, but I am wrong too.

Everything was going wrong.

But at the end of this process, what I learned was that the nurses were wrong.

I was 23 years old. No one my age had attempted anything like this, and pretty quickly, almost everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong.

I know I'm wrong.

In some inchoate, inarticulate way I realized that there was something wrong with my work, with me.

Harvard was wrong, big time.

And it seemed to me that that was the wrong direction, and I needed to be back helping.

No, I think that's wrong.

I think that is wrong.

I think that you're wrong.

I could do nothing wrong.

I got a lot wrong.

I said, Something's wrong here.

I chose the wrong one.

It was you that were wrong.

He saw that he was wrong.

And because my urban trance had been somehow weakened, I found myself stopping to find out what was wrong.