There comes a time when we must say goodbye to certain things...friends, family, pets, cherished items.
But sometimes, we must say goodbye to other things as well...the nice guy you could always count on to be there, the hopeless romantic who always knew how to talk you through your problems, the man who promised he would wait for you to be ready, and meant it. Sometimes this guy goes away on his own, merely a phase of pre-pubescent shyness.....and sometimes he is shot in the back, repeatedly by those very individuals that counted on him for so long.
How does one say goodbye to such a long standing friend, a life-long ally? I suppose with a shotgun blast to the chest... Oh I'm sure he will be missed, the grooves in his back where the shoes went were comfortable to their owners, and it is hard to find so willing a rug...
The harshest words I've ever heard, when we are all alone,
The ones that tear me up the most, and cut me to the bone,
Not words of anger or of hate, nor words that scream and cry,
But kindly spoken, gentle words, the ones that say "Nice Guy".
For nice guys finish last my love, and spend life on their own,
They spend their evenings with a book, not talking on the phone,
The calls they get are hurried ones, to fix the things amiss,
And on the cheek they sometimes get, a soft and gentle kiss.
They don't cuddle you upon the couch, when sad movies make you weep,
Nor curl up soft beside you, to watch you while you sleep,
Or see desire swell in your eyes, for love anticipated,
Nor kiss you soft and hold you close, as love is consummated.
The things they wish for you hold back, the nice guy is your friend,
No thoughts of quenching passions fire, on this you never bend,
Nor offerings of hearts desire, to fit you like a glove,
Just never ending kindness, and this brother kind of love.
Oh Lord, just once I'd love to be, a bastard in your eyes,
To show a different side of me, and catch you by surprise,
But leopards never change their spots, and nice guys can't be jerks,
So if you see a different side, it's just our little quirks.
So please don't say how much you care, that only gives me hope,
Nor how you love and need me, that's just more hanging rope,
And please don't say how sweet I am, or that I'm a nice guy,
Cause if I hear those words once more, I'll go curl up and die.
So for all those out there who once held the knife, or pulled the trigger...to me, or another...this memorial is yours to attend...saying goodbye, to that dear, forgotten friend.
But sometimes, we must say goodbye to other things as well...the nice guy you could always count on to be there, the hopeless romantic who always knew how to talk you through your problems, the man who promised he would wait for you to be ready, and meant it. Sometimes this guy goes away on his own, merely a phase of pre-pubescent shyness.....and sometimes he is shot in the back, repeatedly by those very individuals that counted on him for so long.
How does one say goodbye to such a long standing friend, a life-long ally? I suppose with a shotgun blast to the chest... Oh I'm sure he will be missed, the grooves in his back where the shoes went were comfortable to their owners, and it is hard to find so willing a rug...
The harshest words I've ever heard, when we are all alone,
The ones that tear me up the most, and cut me to the bone,
Not words of anger or of hate, nor words that scream and cry,
But kindly spoken, gentle words, the ones that say "Nice Guy".
For nice guys finish last my love, and spend life on their own,
They spend their evenings with a book, not talking on the phone,
The calls they get are hurried ones, to fix the things amiss,
And on the cheek they sometimes get, a soft and gentle kiss.
They don't cuddle you upon the couch, when sad movies make you weep,
Nor curl up soft beside you, to watch you while you sleep,
Or see desire swell in your eyes, for love anticipated,
Nor kiss you soft and hold you close, as love is consummated.
The things they wish for you hold back, the nice guy is your friend,
No thoughts of quenching passions fire, on this you never bend,
Nor offerings of hearts desire, to fit you like a glove,
Just never ending kindness, and this brother kind of love.
Oh Lord, just once I'd love to be, a bastard in your eyes,
To show a different side of me, and catch you by surprise,
But leopards never change their spots, and nice guys can't be jerks,
So if you see a different side, it's just our little quirks.
So please don't say how much you care, that only gives me hope,
Nor how you love and need me, that's just more hanging rope,
And please don't say how sweet I am, or that I'm a nice guy,
Cause if I hear those words once more, I'll go curl up and die.
So for all those out there who once held the knife, or pulled the trigger...to me, or another...this memorial is yours to attend...saying goodbye, to that dear, forgotten friend.
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Sad story though