When you’re single it isn’t nice,
You begin to feel like a piece of ice,
Melting slowly but from inside out.
Feeling alone without a doubt.
Then there are a few of us,
Who find someone without a fuss.
They are lucky and deserve what they get,
The perfect person they have met.
I haven’t found “Mr. Right” yet,
Until I do I won’t fret.
I’ll learn to live and get by,
But what I say is one grate lie!
Yes some people do find “Mr. Right”
Their life is long and soft and light.
But those that don’t. Find it hard to get by,
And spend most of their time asking WHY?
