I woke up and thought
“I hate being the nice girl”
My niceties make me want to hurl
How many times do I say it’s OK?
Tell the dickheads to have a nice day?
Kill’em with kindness it’s how I was raised
Except I’m afraid I’m done with that maze
I’m tired of always being the bigger ‘man’
I’m thinking shit’s about to hit the fan
I hate feeling like I’ve been used
That my niceties are being abused
Don’t take me for granted
Who am I trying to fool?
I’ll continue to be the pack mule
I put on my mask…
Why you ask?
Nice girl blood runs through my veins
And I’m a true glutton for pain
Nice girl will always be my trait…