Stuck in single life. A wretched prison
My latest attempt to run has too blown
But I’m sick of wondering what I’m missing
It’s time to embrace what I’ve always known
So no more will I engage in the chase
No more will I miss out on something grand
No more will I try so hard to save face
No more will I hope for a lucky hand
No more being seen as some kind of threat
No more experiences to be shared
No more need for human touch left unmet
No more declarations that I’m not scared
Thus I embrace the single life: Rejoice
After all, it’s not like I have a choice
