One, two, now

Those 3 plus years, I was so proud of

And I threw "em all away for 2 Styrofoam cups

The irony, everyone will think that he lied to me

Made my sobriety so public, there's no f**n' privacy

If I don't talk about it then I carry a date

08-10-08, but now it's been changed in every

When they put me in some boxes that say

That I never was, it's the false prophet that never came

And will they think that everything that I written has all been fake

Oh well I'll just take my slip to the grave

Uh, what the f**k are my parents gonna say?

The success story that got his life together and changed

And you know what pain looks like

When you tell your dad you relapsed and look him directly into his face

The seep on your shoulder's the seemingly heavy weight

I haven't seen tears like this on my girl

In a while the trust that I once built's been betrayed

But I'd rather live telling the truth than be judged for my mistakes

Them falsely held up, give em props, loved and praised

I guess I gotta get this on the page