#16: Good Guy

If only I wasn’t the good guy,
Oh the things I could do.
I’d tell you how I really feel,
Not just what you want to hear to ease your guilt.
I’d stop talking to you and ignore,
And turn away when you need me most,
So you can know what it feels like.
But I’m a good guy, so I bite my tounge,
“Because blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground”

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