I did not write this. I found it on this site "http://shehax.blogspot.com/2008/07/n..." but i thought there would be plenty of girls who could relate. Yeah, it's a little long. But it's good. Enjoy!

This is a tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong.

This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.

This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.

This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the rite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it .

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first slutty girl in a skirt, or he chases after your friends.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, or even too much of a party girl... who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a situation, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with but a drunken horny moment that somehow you wanna believe is true.

This is for my girls who stay awake for hours in your bed after his drunken calls telling you he misses you and he'll call you right back. For the girls who fall for the lies he say's when drunk and the promises he makes only to claim not to remember making them the next day.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or he got into an argument with his mom or he crashed his car or he lost a friend... and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.


This

Left on an eastbound train, gone first thing this morning,
Why's what's best for you, always the worst thing for me?

When am I gonna learn? Why? Cause I'm tired of hating,
When will it be your turn? Why? Cause I'm tired of waiting.

No I don't, no I don't, no I don't,
Well no I don't find faith in your forced feelings,
Not fooled by your misleadings.
Won't buy this line your selling,
Tired of this lie your telling.
I won't, I don't, no I won't do this anymore,
I won't, I don't, no I won't do this anymore.

She says I'm only tellin' half of it,
That's probably coz there's only half worth tellin'.
And every time I try to laugh it off,
That's when you turn around and wind up yellin'.

When am I gonna learn? Why? Cause I'm tired of hating,
When will it be your turn? Why? Cause I'm tired of waiting.

No I don't, no I don't, no I don't,
No I don't find faith in your forced feelings,
Not fooled by your misleadings.
Won't buy this line your selling,
Tired of this lie your telling.
I won't, I don't no I won't do this anymore,
I won't, I don't no I won't do this anymore.

She says I'm only tellin' half of it,
That's probably coz there's only half worth tellin'.
And every time I try to laugh it off,
That's when you turn around and wind up yellin'.

When am I gonna learn? Why? Cause I'm tired of hating,
When will it be your turn? Why? Cause I'm tired of waiting.

No I don't, no I don't, no I don't,
No I don't find faith in your forced feelings,
Not fooled by your misleadings.
Won't buy this line your selling,
Tired of this lie your telling.
I won't, I don't no I won't do this anymore,
I won't, I don't no I won't do this anymore.

You should never lie, steal, cheat or drink.

Yet, if you must lie,
Lie in the arms of the one you love.

If you must steal,
Steal away from bad company.

If you must cheat,
Cheat death.

And if you must drink,
Drink in the moments that take your breath away.