The Double-Deal
It's funny to think how nice you are
But even the nicest person I imagine can only go so far
The rain that water dries plant kindness was slurred over by the mythomania from your trauma
And that ear to ear grin that then brings happiness is now oozingg with sadness
The thing that pave way to a new lease of life is now back to square one
I can't really determine who's at fault or even if i did what has to be done
Maybe its because of my unclear intentions or maybe because I can't really make a decision
But those reasons that you've mentioned now turned to a buffet of a hard to swallow information
No obligation, no expectations and non-committal conversations yet you're still being this nice person
I don't know how or why you keep the conversation
Maybe this is another story of a doormat guy who lost because of his own catipulation.
