Forever Last

In this race for thick thighs, Cute faces, and beautiful minds, Nice guys finish last. As i give 110 %, Exherting all of my energy, Others half-ass, cut corners, and still succeed. As i read chapters, words cover to cover, Others pick by flamboyant fronts, I barely stop for water breaks, While others sip champagne... In this race for thick thighs, Cute faces, and beautiful minds, Nice guys finish last. They say finishing the race is an award itself, But for me, Each time i cross the line, The tourniquet turns tighter around hope, Squezing every ounce until there is no more, Somehow, Some way, Someone, Boosts my self confidence, And props up my flemsy faith in you, Just to be re-shot, and re-propped, And re-shot, and re-propped because... In this race for thick thighs, Cute faces, and beautiful minds, Nice guys finish last, Or not at all.