The first crushes we had,
later on life broke our hearts.
Not like we'd ever get that far,
but the furthest we ever get to
is baring these scars.

"My nice guy",
often too nice to get the girl.
Watching the bad boy steal her soul, really works the nerves.
We were the ones to know what she really deserves,
but the picture of that never occurs.

So we gave up on chasing girls we couldn't afford,
spending most of our time on other goals.
Shooting shots once in awhile,
not for anything much. Just to give a girl a smile.
Writing love letters, and buying chocolate for Valentine's.
"Would you be mine for the occasion?
Oh you have a boyfriend. Well then never mind."
I don't see what you see in him,
while he's too focused on the features outside.

Try my luck with another girl,
so quick to be curved.
She bent me out of shape,
I set my emotions aside for you, put my heart on reserved.

Learning from past experiences,
watching bad boys get the girls.
"You can't be serious!?"
Quite obvious he'd play your heart, but you seemed so delirious.
None of my business, I already lost interest.
No profit I found, just some empty pieces.

But I'm still the "Nice Guy",
been the Mr himself for quite a while.
Thinking I suffer from late denial.
Casing the situation. But I already lost that trial.
Knowing you'll cry so quickly on my shoulder,
and I'll be so dumb to smile.

Afterwards tell me you wish you could meet a guy like me.
Pretty sure I'm the one to be,
but with all those tears, it must be hard to see.
You'll walk off like you and I could never be,
acting if I wouldn't make the best of company.

Shoot me down by calling me a brother.
Fine I guess, when you're a hot mess.
My mistake was being good friends with your mother.
You'll go to find somebody else.
Oh well! I bet it won't work out as well.

"Mr Nice Guy", just nurses the wounds.
Goes misunderstood, but still keeps a smile.
What more can he do?

A tale of Mr Nice Guy.