The Nice Guy

Seems like all I ever to do is cry,
I've hated being known as a nice guy.
Seems like it is just never my time,
Like happiness for me is a crime.
Fell head over heels in love with her,
only for a time till I was screwed over.
Thought I had the lost ability to rhyme,
then you came in just the nick of time.
She's far from what I'm normally into,
Still around her, I don't know what to do.
I lay here writing rhymes off my head,
She's on my mind till I lay down for bed.
I'm big and built like a concrete wall,
Yet around her I feel weak and 5' tall.
As of right now she doesn't want to dance,
Question is, when ready, what's my chance.
I have no problem with waiting around,
In the end no matter what I'm proud.
Being to nice may end up making me cry,
For now she's a reason to be the nice guy.