The  back seat

They say nice guys finish last. I think its true what do you think......

It seems like im always in the back seat
it seems like im always being beat
it seems like im in last place
seems like i cant finish this race
nice guys finish last
something iv heard in the past
its a choice that i dont want to take
a choice i would never make
i choice to be someone im not
but my hearts left alone to rot
i can see her beauty decend from above
but she has given someone else her love
behind bars and in chains
my heart is full of pains
agony, anger, torture, tears
sadness, sorrow, forgivness, fear
as you both dance to your own beat
tears fall on this lonely back seat
heart bound to be behind bars locked in chains
as the sun turns to rain 
each droplet is a symbole of my love for you
but you decided are friendship is through
im left with only my soul
where you used to be there is now a hole
alone i struggle on
today my love for you is gone