i've played with peoples lives
and told a thousand lies just to get laid
led em on and on and played the head games
i let them think that i really cared for them
when getting off was all that they ever meant to me
so like the song says, "i'm not a nice guy after all"

my past is full of tears and broken hearts
from when i ran away from what was theirs to give
scared of kids or cats or being loved or bored
submissive slaves to strong hard women to aging beauty queens
not one of them sufficed, could be i'm only happy with just me
so like the song says, "i'm not a nice guy after all"

i've got no job, no talent to sell except a gift of gab.
i'll use you up or drag you down and toss you to the side
i never want the one i have, it's all about the hunt
i wish that i could find that one for whom i'd die at once
but for that you need something i don't have
Cause like that song says, "i'm not a nice guy after all"


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 12:36 AM