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…