Clichés are True (Nice Guys Finish Last)

Maybe I’m being optimistic

You’ve got me feeling sick and twisted now.

How could you play with me so?

I’ve got to go and figure this out.

Without a doubt we cannot be one.

 I‘m sure that I am done fighting for you.

What’s the issue here?

 

Why do we torture ourselves?

This cannot be healthy I am sure.

All the nights we lie awake,

Thinking of one another’s warm embrace.

 

All of the time that we’ve known each other

Has lead up to us making another scene.

Please stop puling my heart

It will not start because it was torn

Without fair warning. Every thing must come to an end.

If you can see that, how could we be friends?

 

How could I have been so naive?

I’m not the only one that’s in this storm.

Every timer I see your face,

I think about how I’ll mess your warm embrace

 

How was this so misconstrued

With the simple act of being kind?

Whenever we resolve our affairs

I’m sure that I will be kind enough to care.