You tell me 'bout your mother and how she died You tell me she was murdered and that made you cry You tell me 'bout your father whom you never saw And how he died with cocaine stuck in his arm
Then you tell me 'bout your true love And the tragicc end Now you can't … to face reality Man that's funny 'cause the same thing happened to me
Slowly dying here on my red chair while you spill your guts to me Listening to your tragicc words as if I cared when they mean absolutely nothing
and you tell me the pain hurts so bad And I just couldn't understand how you feel But I've been there so many times before One thing's for sure Nothing's real…