Maybe I'm expecting too much...
I think I might be expecting too much out of life. Although it seems that I work my but off, and sure, it pays off sometimes, but it's always in a tangible materialistic way. I try to be the nice guy, but then again, nice guys finish last. Why is that? Why is it that the guy that some sometimes regard as really sweet and the nicest and greatest guy, always ends up left with what he started, expect more burden? I'm a dreamer though, and I don't think that will ever change, nor the fact that I'll always try to be the nice guy, it's all I know. I won't give up, cause I really believe it will pay off. And maybe that's nieve, but I don't care.