I’m the boy the girls trust
Hanging out in the dressing room with the girl of my dreams
While she tells me about another guy she loves.
It’s not easy keeping up this façade,
I’d give my breath for just one kiss,
Just one look.
For her to think of me,
Not as ‘one of the gang’
But as ‘The One’.
The one she cant live without
The one she dreams of at night.
It’s never gonna happen
They never choose the nice guy.
I’m sick of being the nice guy
I’m sick of being the one left behind
With a kiss on the cheek that means nothing to her
But keeps me up all night.
I’m the shoulder she’ll cry on when he breaks her heart
And the first to know when she finds another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
AND ANOTHER.