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 would $#&@ed 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

Because 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