…And I know, I already know what will happen. He’s attentive and loving at first. He really wants to know me. Then, he’ll become reclusive. He’ll lie to me, he’ll ignore me…he won’t even be able to see me anymore by the next sun rise. And I know, I already know what will happen. You will love me and cherish me and respect me—but I can’t love you because “Nice Guys Finish Last” it shouldn’t be, but it is and I’m sorry, but I’m going with him.