It’s Valentine
but I can only wine.
Tears like always, and once I’ve started, it stays.
Explaining to myself in many ways..
All the reasons why my life’s so unfair,
while others feel a lot of love in the air.
But not I, oh no, never.
But I realise it, I’m clever.
I feel unhappy,
I feel crappy.
I know I nag, I know I wine,
only for the thousendst time,
even on valentine.