You were the puppet master with the strings.
You played with my heart and made me feel things.
The truth came to light and now I feel stupid.
All these years wasted.
Left me here wounded.
You were Mr. Nice Guy.
You always knew how to make the butterflies multiply.
It sucks you're my best friend because you're always stuck in my head.
I do admit that I cried tonight but I guess I'll be alright.
How else am I supposed to take it?
I didn't think I was such a misfit.
I really thought you are the one to pursue so why can't I be enough for you?
You were Mr. Nice Guy.
Your dark hair and dark eyes.
I'm sure this isn't a surprise.
Sweet smile and funny too.
I don't know what to do.
Mr. nice guy.
