True, reality bites
Doesn’t mean you have to hide the
Truth may hurt a bit
You don’t have to be a hypocrite at all

Some say you should be leaving
All the things you don’t believe in
There’s no end of things you’ll have to leave behind
One-night-stands or credit-cards
Losing them would break your heart
Don’t even try to deny

I was feeling a little bored, 
When she came knocking on my door
I wondered would she want to waste some time
Next morning the sun looked down on me
Though rain was pouring endlessly
She blew the blues out of my mind

She left the bed and left a note 
“I found a wallet in your coat,
God bless your generosity”
I ran to the bank, I swore and cursed:
Apparently she got there first
Took all the money I had saved

True, reality bites
Doesn’t mean you have to hide the
Truth may hurt a bit
You don’t have to be a hypocrite at all

You shouldn’t mind at all
You shouldn’t mind at all


Arr : Snakes , M : Baillieul/Van Aken , T : Baillieul