The Nice Guy

I wasn't always the nice guy
For many days and nights
I was the asshole bad guy
I was the guy she would talk to
the nice guys about
I was the guy who made her cry
on the nice guy
I was the guy who treated her
as bad as I wanted too
and was the guy she couldn't stop lovin'
I was the guy who killed her dreams
I was the guy who the nice guy
hated and couldn't understand
Sometimes I tried being the nice guy
but why would I
I had her in the palm of my hand...
I was the guy the nice guy
always wondered
"Why him..."
Then one day I left to another place
One day I went away
Far far away for many moons
I left that girl thinking about me everyday
Some days
I thought about her too
I even thought about
making her mine
On a snowy day I came back
from that desert of a place
that was far far away
to find the girl who loved me
who, even though everyday
I was an ass too
I found and heard that girl who loved me
had died
she flipped off the road into a ditch
a broken heart crushed twice
That day this bad guy became
a nice guy...
Now it's me who wonders
why you
are in love with that guy...