He's done with being nice

He was once a social grace

his voice welcoming and sweet

his words: like hand-picked ornaments

souvenirs for those he’d meet

His aura was so friendly

he would let anyone in

and take them on a tour

to his heart, deep within

Note my words for what they are

trust me they are true

‘cause if you meet him today

he’s someone entirely new

His words hit more like daggers

in his voice coldness lies

he’s aloof, he’s closed off

he’s all about snappy replies

Though he’s mean and distant

there’s a reason for that as well

and though he’s leaving THEM with scars

he’s hurting himself like hell

Do this for him, it’s the least you can

a favour to his heart of ice:

Say you didn't see through those lies

Say you didn't realize

Say you didn't notice

the warmth in his eyes

‘Cause he’s doing all he can

to SHOW he’s done being nice

to SHOW he's done being nice

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