I read back over things that I wrote three years ago
And i'm ten years older time moves fast and time moves slow
Before you told me that i'd fucked up worse than none before
You whispered that I was a better person that you
I disagreed then
Don't anymore
And what's the use?
I know that you're just sore to lose
Cuz I was never half as bad as you were bad to me
Being real not being mean
You tried to twist it
I tried to fix it more than you could ever know
To do things right to be your friend and make it right
To find a thread that I could start to sew
You're old enough to know the difference between being real and being mean
