Nice Guys - Poem by Reed Dietiker
Is it wrong to be the Nice Guy?
Even tho I get pushed around
Am I too weak to stand for myself?
Because I dont care for my health
Is it only we who get hurt?
Due to your weak trust?
All the time I could beg you please...
Being the Nice Guy is like a disease
One lie, then taken advantage of
Then we're hurt by love
And when we want to break everything...the feeling becomes endless
Everything becomes hopeless
In the end... who are we
An ungly moster with a bad attitude and sick disease
We just expect nothing in return
The Nice Guys hold the most inside
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