I knew a Mr. Nice Guy <br />He was the nicest <br />And bestest guy I know <br /> <br />I asked him to be my friend once <br />Wouldn’t hear of it <br />Had enough friends it seems <br />So I said okay <br /> <br />I was to fill the position of girlfriend <br />Which was vacant <br />My role was cut out <br />My duties clear <br />He had his whole life planned <br />And managed to fit me into it <br />He was a nice guy <br /> <br />He was very polite <br />Extremely courteous <br />Oh so friendly <br />He pulled out chairs <br />And opened doors <br />He’d say all the right things <br />You wanted to hear <br />He’d give you emotion, the flowers <br />And the words <br /> <br />He thought he meant it too <br />So did I <br />He was a real nice guy <br /> <br />He’d didn’t want to intentionally hurt <br />I think <br /> <br />But he needed more <br />And I needed more <br />And neither of us could pay the bill <br /> <br />He had a hangover when I met him <br />And he lied to me <br />Told me everything would be okay <br /> <br />But he lied <br /> <br />Then he lied more <br />Until he and I both believed in him <br />To keep us going <br /> <br />But now I don’t' believe him <br />Anymore <br /> <br />Even though he's a nice guy<br /><br />nisha dyrene<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-nice-guy-3/
