I hate nice girls.
Just exchanging greetings with them will get them on your mind.
Start texting each other, and your heart will be set a flutter.
If they call you, you’re done for.
Enjoy staring at your logs and grinning like a fool.
However, I won’t get fooled again.
That’s what your kind calls kindness.
If you’re nice to me, you’re also nice to others.
I always end up nearly forgetting that.
Reality is cruel, so I’m sure lies are a form of kindness.
Thus, I say kindness itself is also a lie.
I always ended up with these expectations.
And always ended up with these misunderstandings.
And before I knew it, I stopped hoping.
A highly-trained loner is once bitten, twice shy.
As a veteran on this battlefield of life,
I’ve gotten used to losing.
That’s why I’ll always…
hate nice girls.