"Oh the dreadfulness of being the nice guy...
All you guys out there know what I'm talking about, don't you? The best friend, the childhood companion, the guy never really seen as a.... guy?

Yeah, second row buddies... We're the losers, the doormats... the ignored.
They say, hey I can't control my feelings...
Strange, we're always there for them, we always support them, if they cry, we're a shoulder, if they're angry, we're a punchingbag and if they're upset, we're right to tell them everything will be just alright...
And yet... They never see that as more than friendship... such a deep love is more, but they are oblivious to this... or atleast it feels like they are...

The greatest pain I've ever felt... was when a girl told me, "I love you, you're one of my closest friends" or when I was told... "I like you, I really do, but as a friend, I can't see you as more than that, I'm sorry, but I just can't" or why not... the final classic K.O - line.
"You're amazing, it's just a matter of time before you find someone, who wouldn't want an awesome guy like you for her boyfriend?" .... well geez.... let us think... you?

And the fact remains... It's not what the girls want, or what they feel... I can't just love anyone.. It takes months, sometimes years... for me to actually start to feel anything for anyone...

And in the end... I'm sitting there, when the latest guy has left her standing, holding her in my arms as she cry... and I say "There there, it will be fine, he was never worth you in the first place, and there will always be another day, and another someone out there"... But in my mind, I know, that despite my feelings, this someone.... Will never be me...

For you see, Im the great equality, the guy who evens the scale... Im there, to take the shit.
Simply, so others wont have to.

That's my role in life, and I walk each day as a new one...
But with one defining fact, I'm alone, and I always will be, no matter what it might seem like...

In the end, I will always... always, be a lone, supporting friend... that will stare at the moon with a fascination I never thought existed...

The loneliness in my soul, can never be cured.... For no one manages to see that I'm ill ....

It truly is... a mad world.

Yes it would indeed, and I'd gladly sing it... as well, its fucking personal.