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 f*cked 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