The Death Of the Nice Guy

this, im keepin short n sweet cuz the battle was long..
this one probably wont be one of ur favorite songs..
but this one had to happen, if it didnt, you'd ask why..
cus this one is the one about ,the death of the Nice Guy..

Mr. Call n Text you just because u crossed his mind..
Mr. Yea ill get it for, just because he's kind..
Mr. Hold u while u cryin cus the pressure's heavy weight
Mr. Try to make it better, try to take the pain away..

Mr. Tell you, You Can come to me, if somethin isnt right..
Mr. Gotta go to work, but stays up with you thru the night...
Mr. Put you on a pedistole, and catch u when u fall..
Mr. Really Gettin weary having to climb the same wall...

Well now im at the base again, the wall is gettin taller..
Im not sure what to do right now, suggestions u should offer..
otherwise im breakin down through all this wear and tear..

how do u cure the feeling of "not counting"
easy...just DONT CARE...

So no more constant inquiries of what is on your mind..
no more sure ill get it for you, just because he's kind.
no more "you can talk to me's" cus obviously you dnt..
and im folding up my open arms cuz "play myself" i wont..

if asking you to open up is too much of a request...
then let me know, ill let it go, but know, i did my best....
so as the Nice-Guy kicks the chair away to hang himself...

know this....

if im gonna be treated like everybody else...

Then i might as well be "everybody else"....

S.W.I.F.T.