The Art of Heartbreak

The cool midnight breeze
Full of apprehension
And missed hints
This is a night for the books

She looks deep into your eyes
Telling you she's yours
The gesture goes unnoticed
Another quiet night passes by

The notes slowly stop
Phone calls become a rarity
The new boy on her arm
Too late for second chances

Should've taken your chance
Blind to all the signs
You're just a shy boy
Trying to treat a girl right

Theres a reason for the saying
Nice guys finish last
They're too nice and kind
To take advantage of someone

Someone as pure as her
She means the world
But she'll never know
He was the best thing
That'll happen to her