| Mr. Nice Guy Living in a gap of torment & hate... Helping hands just a bit too late. A superficial place of popular belief... My mind stands ready for release. ~ Society's failure without a speck of love... Strangling me like a giant hand in a small glove. We're constantly battered, bruised & hurt... But their sorries are quickly dissolving to dirt. ~ Fed with guilt, not patience or feeling, No emotions left, a coal-less engine steaming. This stigma reveals a treacherous thought As what I thought "was", turns into "was not". ~ We pray the lord our souls to take Drowning in some murky lake. Mr. Nice Guys finish last In a world so cruel and fake. |