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| No More Ms Nice |
| No more being Ms Nice I'm takin' off the goodie-two-shoes I'm showing a little ice I'm finished being used I seemingly have it all Loving spouse, children, faith and career Yet have no clue to the me I once held dear Who am I? How can I walk tall? From the outside looking in No real problems and always caring I've got a good thing going But somewhere along the line I lost my bearings My self-worth got lost in everyone else's needs I took on being nice as an extreme sport Friends, family, church, boss - I'd fill all your needs Well forget it - I'm no longer a good sport I've become invisible to me What are MY thoughts, feelings, desires and dreams? No clue - being all to all exacted too high a fee. So forget including me in your next scheme No more Ms Nice I'm putting on my walkin' shoes My time is no longer free - it has a price I'm finished being abused |
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| Copyright �2000 Kenna Marie Clayton |
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