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Click hereNICE GUYS
I'm a Nice Guy, and I'm sick and tired of being last.
I'm a Nice Guy, and I'm Sick and Tired of being last.
I'm a Nice Guy, and I'm SICK and TIRED of being Last.
I'm sick and tired of people thinking they can use and abuse me.
"Oh, it's alright, he's a nice guy. He won't mind."
"He's a nice guy; he'll forgive you this one time."
Sure, hit me ... I'll still bruise! Cut me, I'll still bleed!
But I'm a nice guy, so I'll be sure and bleed outside and not all over your belongings that I helped you move and didn't even charge you gas money.
I'm a nice guy, so when I cry, it'll be behind the locked door, in silence. Yeah, the Michael-Baiseden-brother is cryin' in the dark. Oh Yeah!
"Tote that barge; lift that bale." Take the kiss on the forehead, and move quick before you slam the door in my face. "It's alright," you say, "nice guys don't have a clue."
Right, like I'm dumb and don't know you got to get ready for yo boo, yo soldja, yo muscled-up, oiled-up, bald- (and muscle-) headed, livin'-large- (in his mamma's basement) but-still-can't-pay-for-dinner, wanna-be balla shot calla.
You know, the one who got Quiesha (3 stars), Moesha (2 stars), Taiesha (3 stars), LaFreida (4 stars), and Tyrone (with 5 STARS) ahead of you on his speed dial?
You know, the bad boy you say you can change!?
I'm a nice guy, and I'm sick and tired of being disregarded
Sick and tired of "Oh I don't want him, he's too nice."
Yeah, right! And the next week you cryin on my shoulder all shook up, riled up, and broke up because the Bad Boy "made" you give it up, then he ROLLED up, out of here.
HOLLA!!!
I don't get it!
I am a Nice Guy.
I would have treated you like the queen you hollerin you are.
I would have cherished you like a pearl of great price, like black gold, like "she walks in beauty like the night."
You would have looked down from the dizzying heights and found me there as the updraft on which you were soaring.
When you came to a river, I would have been your bridge over that troubled water even if I had to lay me down.
I would have been your problem solver, your burden bearer.
If only you would give me a chance to love you:
When you hungered, I would nourish you.
When you sleep, I would comfort you.
When you sigh, I would hold you.
When you cry, I would kiss your tears.
When you needed to be loved, I would make you scream in ecstasy.
But, in your eyes, I'monly"A Nice Guy"
Well, you need to remember this while you chasin' that playa who moves so fast;
To Remember this when that soldja you said you could change shows you his ass as he walks away free with your freaky best friend;
Remember This:
I'm a Nice Guy, and I may finish last ... but the best thing is ... I finish.
FINE
This si one of the first poems I have read since high school and I enjoyed it.
Thanks!
Really nice guys actually do finish last, after their girl. Hehe. I enjoyed reading it, you could just feel the frustration in the words. Bravo!