It’s Valentine, but all I do is wine.
Tears, like always..
And once I’ve started, it stays.
Trying to explain to myself in many ways..
Why and how to continue my life after a thousend shitty days.
All those bad days, it seems so unfair and that,
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..
And that it’s not the first time, I cry.
Even on Valentine.