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