he was kind,
he was comforting,
he was the nice guy,
i didn't want him to come last
i wanted him to come first
i wanted him to win,
even so
nice guys still finish last
even though he was first
even though he had won
he still came last
he was still the nice guy
still the friend,
still to respectful to take what he wanted
or to even know.
still the nice guy
the shoulder i cried on
when another boy would abuse me
the way he never could
they way i wanted to be treated
i want to be hurt
to be broken
to be used and thrown away
to be grabbed and shoved in public
to be physically wanted
not to be respected.
nice guys finish last because they simply dont have the balls to take what they want, to ignore our feelings and tell us that we want it to.
