You came to me so f*cking proud,
Telling me that you're straight
But a week ago you came back,
On the promise that you made
HOW CAN YOU BE TRUE
You were drinking when I met you
HOW CAN YOU BE TRUE
To yourself
HOW CAN YOU BE TRUE
You were smoking when I met you
HOW CAN YOU BE TRUE
How can you?
Hanging with my friends,
Drinking yellow grain
The killing of my mind
A price I had to pay
But wisdom comes with age
And now I find truth
Nine years and still straight
And maybe so will you
So how can I be true? Because I changed!