All of my friends have settled down except for me
Perhaps living as an old maid in isolation is my appointed destiny
A continuing victim of liars, scammers, and players always looking to have fun
My romantic life always on hold; amid the clouds no room for the sun.


I see a prospect; causing me to move forward to dive into the romantic pool
Realizing too late the absence of water I am taken for a fool
I throw out my astrological sign with all the psychological baggage stored there within
Making many promises regarding family aspirations in my reign of isolation, despite many doubts, still hoping to win.


Day after day I press forward my desires upon the available screen
Hoping after a set period of time to finally finalize my dream
This system of behavior should bring my lucky other quickly into the fold
Never noticing amid a cloud of dust he is quickly running away from me down the nearest road.