It's a new dawn a new day a time for couples to play
But sadly it doesn't interest me in the slightest I'd say
"I'm single as a pringle, ready to mingle and jingle"
I'm single without a twinkle of hope and this sensation doesn't make me tingle
I could never see the hype behind all these tears I have to wipe
For some reason oppression is my obsession even though she's not my type
I didn't ask to be the leader she followed while I wallowed
In my own sorrow wishing to skip tomorrow so I wouldn't have to be hollow
I unconsciously suppress my emotions to the point I'm surrounded by an ocean
So I space out like pluto and leave reality so I have no devotion
To anything of this earthly plain since every cycle's the same
Wake up, try to live, hit a rough patch and find something else to blame
For my downfalls, shortcomings and my misdeeds
My faith is like a broken harvest seed, it doesn't grow it recedes
And my dull experiences only tell me I don't have many needs
So why can't I win? Is it my sins, the darkness within,
My trauma, or internal drama that has my body like needles and pins
I'll keep my thoughts short and dig deeper next time
I'm not happy but I'll move on to make another dime