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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 © | Year Posted 2006




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