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The Grind

Stab me with your callousness
And continue to tell me lies
As I take it all in
A fools errand of compromise, maybe
With your foolish disguise realized, baby
And I'll never let you break me
And you'd never let me in
It just seems that forever lately
I'm always the one to bend

I just thought that nice guys finishing last
Was maybe a thing of the past, baby
A mad dash to the finishing line
For a life less than divine, maybe
Surely a crime, but not lately
Just an epiphany about an enemy
That turned out to be mine

So, I guess I'll leave it all to history, baby
If life is but a mystery, then maybe
It's all about the grind
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Poetry.com 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Robin Patir 10 days ago
Like it .
Sonja Carnes 10 days ago
Excellent work here!  Sad but true!
shad ellis 12 days ago
It would seem that the author has felt the sting of what a lot of nice guys have. You get dogged out, edged out, cheated on and replaced. I feel your pain brother.
Allen Flowers 9 days ago
Stand your ground...good guys finish last, but they do finish!
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