February 14th comes around once again And once again I’m by myself Am I supposed to be depressed? All by myself crying and dreaming of a day when I’m wanted every minute of every ******* day…no thank you. So yes, it’s ******* Valentine’s Day And all I have to show for it is a card from my mom Does that mean that my life is over? No it does not. I know that someday, someone will see me As more than just a talking meat suit More than a one-time endeavor Someone will look beneath my skin And see who I really am and who I wish I could be I will show this person the darkest corners of my personality And they will not turn away And until that person comes along I am not settling for second best Or second rate Just so I can have a date For someone who is all-right For someone who simply thinks I look nice Or that I’m kinda funny Or that I will do for now Because I respect myself more than that I respect myself enough to wait for the right one to come along And someday, when I’ve got the white-picket fence and the rest of the American dream grasped tightly to my chest I will thank the Lord that I did not waste my time Crying every time I found myself alone.