Why do bad boys always win? |
She noticed me She smiled at me She came to like me Me – just me, ordinary, unconfident, polite – me I made her laugh Her beautiful laugh, behind her beautiful smile Rich reward, filling my soul She made me feel like somebody And she was gentle, and kind She was open and aware She seemed adorned in innocence and honesty Like she did not belong to this world She said I was the nicest boy she had met That she could trust me That she could be open with me That she had always yearned to meet someone like me After the bad boys of the past Had finished with her I was taught to be a good boy All my life it had meant nothing I had been overlooked I was not loud enough Was not pushy enough But now, my humility was rewarded The most lovely person held my hand Leaned upon me Kissed my lips Shared her innermost thoughts with only me So good boys can win Can be happy I thought But life is not so kind And human nature not so loyal From the past, shadows appear Strangers who are determined The hungry wolves Back from their indifferent conquests She was back on their horizon Slick words and strong voice Flattery and pampering Pride and pressure Until a hammer shatters my dreams The thought of her, in his arms Bending to his selfish will Coaxed, coerced, persuaded She lets the good boy go And once more follows the charms of the bad boy Until, once more, he has had his fill And discards the shattered form She needs my arms once more She needs my words of comfort For a short while, she needs the good boy Until the wolf howls again |