I used to think being nice Would get me further in life. . . My perception on certain situations change, How happy & optimistic I used to be. Trying to stay humble, keep the faith though Sometimes I find myself starring at the moon, Knowing its the only place where my dreams lay to rest, All my happiness, my pain, sadness & joy, Trampled on, looked down upon, Regret my lost spirit less soul Without the harsh denial, Only to wish that, Some times I wasn't so nice. . . WHERE has it gotten me in life or love?! Not a **** place.