Nice Guys Finish Last

Temple; Stimson

I had a bitter bitter night, and I've seen better days.
I thought I'd be alright, but then you left and went away.
And now I'm crying on my pillow in bed.
If this is living, then why do I feel so dead?
The voices calling me, they creep up from my past, they're saying,
I'm a nice guy, and I finish last.

I tried to wash away the love, but I still wish for more.
I'm clean but yet I'm not, because it's deep inside that's sore.
There comes the feeling that I knew it was right.
If you were lonely, then why did you take your flight?
The lesson teaching me, it knocks on me so fast. It tells me,
I'm a nice guy, and I finish last.

: It's time to take a look at myself.
I'm alright.
I'm really growing stronger each day.
There's the light,
And I know it's inside.

To have a softer, sweeter time, I'll have to sweat it out.
I need to look ahead. I see what life is all about.
I see things clearly when I sort through my mind.
I can't be broken, and I'm not so stupid blind.
Look to the future, and you'll see the truth I bet. I tell you.
I'm a nice guy who's not finished yet.
I am a nice guy. I'm not finished yet.