I'M Mr. Nice Guy
I helped sharpen the knife that’s in my back
kindness is something I don’t lack
let me roll over and play dead
while you take advantage of me,
messing with my head
let me help you betray my trust
so I can forgive you once more
here allow me to be the rug you wipe your feet on at the door
no please let me be the one that you abuse
treachery now or later? I’ll let you choose.
Let me be your personal slave
just being nice to you is all I crave
Here, you be Cain and I’ll be Abel
Your friendship is nothing more than fable
Despite it all, I do my best to help
Hoping that there’s a ray of hope in your future
just allow me to remove my sutures
please just use me for what you want
I promise, I’m much too nice to even tease or taunt
Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2006
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