I guess I’m not that person, that friend that someone would want to hang around with. I must be to nice and silent. I guess the truth is that people like loud fucking assholes. I’m just to shy to show my true fucking colors, to the people that are around me. Let me be that prick that nobody likes. I can be an arrogant dick if they really want. I can scream at the top of my lungs at everyone that steps in my fucking way. It’s really great when someone is an asshole to me, and I have the brains to hold my tongue and say nothing at all. Why do I have to be the one that is the Grown Up? Why can’t I have any fun?
Everything is very simple I’m the nice guy, I’m the hard worker, I’m the professional. Nobody likes the good guy, The guy that does not drink, The guy the works his hardest so his future family does not have to struggle like he did. This is the guy that would do anything to help out a true friend, but nobody talks to him because he is see through. I can speak!, I can Bleed!, please believe me!!
Mr. Nice Guy.
And all of the animals can breath on their own, And I can speak for myself, So you can let go. I’ve turned my back, She continues to stare, What are you looking at? I ask. There is nothing left to in the tank. All of my love has been spent, And I have nothing left to give. I was looking at what I had she replies. Have you noticed what is gone? It’s not just happiness, It’s all of are drugs, We used them all, We lost are love, It’s all gone, All used up. And all of the animals can run free, And I can finally be me, I loved you, but I must leave, So take your lonely hands off of me. And don’t look at me with your sad eyes, And I know longer want to hear your sad song. Because you made this come to be, So stop pretending that you can breath, And don’t act like you can speak for yourself. Because you were so far from who you really are. It was all just something you said.
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