You always tell me that,
God’s given us all someone.
But why is it that I,
Never could believe you?

Everyday you tell me,
That one day I’ll meet someone.
And yet I can’t be lonelier,
Than I am right now.

How long exactly do I have to,
Wait around alone?
When will I be able to,
Do something that’s fun?

When exactly will that someone,
Come and meet me here?
Should I wonder around clueless,
And go find him instead?