I'm beginning to think it's true
That nice guys finish last
'Cause everytime I move forward
I get knocked down on my ***
I always try to be polite
So no mem'ry could haunt
But I can't seem to ever get
The one thing that I want
Do I have the strength to go on
Or should I just forget
The one that my heart desires
Or go on, heart upset
Infatuated for so long
I thought it once was love
But how could something go unanswered
If sent from up above
Anyone know why I wrote this? Curious to hear answers.