Good Guy Gone
I can feel it/That lonely feeling exposing me to the darkness with no sight of happiness/The crack in my heart that pains me falling apart piece by piece/ As I struggle to fight back and scream at the top of my lungs/ Everyone hears me but noone understands/ They tell me fuck her/move on/ be a man But is a man without emotion?does a man not bleed, hurt, or die like the rest? So I vent to friends to relieve the pain that’s crushing my chest/ Isolated I’m forced to face the truth/ That no matter how hard I cry,no matter how much I vent/ These emotions remain stagnant and continue to flow through every part of me/ I could’ve swore these emotions where far from me/ But it seems like the further she is/ the closer comes disparity and old memories become apart of me/ So the more I face reality I start to think/ what is the life that’s meant for me/ Women like but won’t cherish me/ And every attempt for success turns tragedy/ A good man gone bad I know its sad to see/ Took a ride for love in the right direction only to end up wrong and that’s what’s driven me/ So with a dark road ahead what am I to look forward to? More pain? I think not I chose to never feel this way again/ Adapting to my environment over powering the weak feeling of needing to be desired/ I tried and tried again/ but the nice guys never win/ And my momma taught me better but the world taught me different/ So no longer being a spectator of this game I finally give in/ and on love I give up/ Because knowing that ill never hurt like this again is the only way I can get up/ And the only way that I can do that is if me and my better half break up/ Someone told me in a relationship whoever loves the most has the least control/ Woman love to fantasize of a good man but won’t be with them/ So if that’s really true then why am I addicted? Then a friend tells me you can move on now your pain is self inflicted/ Realising she’s rite I pray to GOD and move on/ But as a new man who’s more strong/ I will never again be as nice/ because that always comes with a price/ I learned how to play the game right because I’ve always been treated wrong/ But it’s now a even playing field because now the good guy’s gone
By Stephen Parker -Me
