I wish to no longer hear a simple song.
I wish for him to come along.
Mr. Loverman is somewhere out in this world,
waiting to find his girl.
"I'm ready for love", I shout into the universe,
singing my last verse,
because the endless pit of despair is perhaps where lies my prayers.
Locked up in a cage, only to be released once I find the key.
So I search day and night looking, though my objective is elusive.
Maybe i'm simply cursed.
"Where is this key meant to be?" I cry out again.
But the universe ignores me now,
to the question I wish to receive the answer to most.
So I continue on this endless journey
of discovering who he may be.