Real Mean

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