Mr Nice Guy

They say I'm too soft but I write sad poems They don't know my pain, they just love my poems They just love my poems They don't know I'm sad I go through the most, still I do the most In my head I'm lost, don't know what to do I need me some help Someone come and save me, save me Someone come and save me Trauma did me dirty I could use a surgeon My soul needs some surgery Dear Lord have mercy Karma is a bitch damn