I'm happy to be single
Though, I'm not ready to mingle
Everywhere I go, I see couples smiling
I roll my eyes, in the end they'll be complaining
Loving is just a pastime
It won't last for awhile
It will just make me you cry
So stop and don't ask why
You see him out there kissing
Then there's you crying
He's always smiling
Then you out there is suffering
There are thus words you to remember
Nothing lost's forever
Though I am not bitter
I'm just a sour person which is better
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