I’m done, oh, I’m done dating,
Done trying to meet someone new.
The path of love, it’s so frustrating,
I’ve had my fill of anguish, too.
I can’t bear it any longer,
My heart’s grown weary and sore.
I seek solace, a respite to ponder,
For love’s game, I can’t play any longer .
I wish I had a worthy reason,
An explanation for my constant strikeout.
But alas, I find no justifications,
It’s simply me, there’s no doubt.
Most find their other half, it seems,
A perfect match, their souls entwined.
But for me, it’s a world of shattered dreams,
Acceptance dawns, I must remind.
Perhaps my journey diverges from the rest,
A path where no other half awaits.
I’ll wake up, embrace what’s best,
For this heart, maybe love abates.
I’m done, yes, I’m done with the chase,
No longer seeking a missing part.
Contentment shall fill my empty space,
Accepting that love’s not in my chart.
So here I stand, a solo soul,
Unburdened by romantic strife.
Embracing life as a singular whole,
Finding joy in the rhythm of my life
Accepting that there is no other half for me.
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