The truth is I haven't seen the real you.
This you told me, is it true?
Who was I with the last two years?
Was it us together, filled with tears?
The truth is pain, what have we done?
Thought of us together just having fun.
Just one drink but you don't stop.
Had to carry you after you drop.
The real you, the one I picked up from jail.
Never paid me back, the check's in the mail.
The truth is painful to bear.
You promised I can see the real you.
I'm still waiting, holding my breath, turning blue.
What's inside I haven't seen,
But what you say is really mean.
The real you knows I deserve better.