I had always complained a lot,
Whether it was cold or hot,
If I didn't, my guts felt entangled in knots.
I had complained about getting a shot,
And got told 'you should get shot'.
I would drive into a parking lot,
Complain about why it was called a lot,
When there was so little parking.
I would complain about cats barking,
And dogs meowing.
I would complain,
When the ice cream was plain,
And when I was in pain...

It was just the way I was,
I tried changing who I was,
Only to realize it's changing bees to wasp.
So I stopped,
Dropped,
And just gave up.

To this day I say,
If you can put up with complaints,
Yet somehow stay sane,
There's just a chance we were made for one another.

I believe that,
There is one person,
Made for everyone.
Even in a world of 7 billion people,
There has to be one...