NO MORE MR NICE BAD GUY

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How long do i plan to make this last? Playing the hero and yet being the real vilian.
Or is it that i'm the hero who just loves playing the vilian?
Damn, i'm so lost and confused and i can't seem to get help.
Everyone want me to be what they envision me to be, they don't even know what i am.
They expect me to be perfect, yet they hate me when i am perfect.
I say i'm a one person man but everyone wants to be the one.
They will do anything to have me served up in their bowl, they'd dress me up and sause me too.
But in the end it's the fill of their stomach and a classic disposal that they desire.
I'm done with the double standard life, i am making a standard.
I can't have everyone all at once, but truly, i quit, i don't even want anyone anymore.
They will bring me down, slowly, they will all be my fall, and they will spread my shame.
I want them all to know, that i do wish i could have them all but it's not a perfect world.
I can't even have one at a time anymore, it has to be one or nothing.
I see the end of the tail at the end of my tale and it's not looking pretty at all.
So all you pretty things around me better live me alone.
It's a messy ride and believe it or not it's all on foot.
I'm making the jump and i'm making it alone, if i see the end or the end sees me at lease i'd know there's an end.
I have tried to be nice and not tell you all away, to say i love you, but can never be in love with any of you.
And i tried to be bad and play the players game but it's hurting me more than it could ever hurt you.
In a break away you hear the dude say it's not you but me, but that's pure bull, it is you and am trying to save me.
No more mr nice bad guy, i'm walking away and changing my path forever.
This is who i am, i am the nice guy who is gonna seem bad just because i want to do what nice guys do. The right thing.

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