What does it mean? Why do I care? Why does it matter that nobody's there? Why must I hurt? Why must I cry? Why must my smile always turn to a sigh? Why am I lonely? Why does my heart Wince at reminders I'm always apart? Why can't I be happy? Why's love so hard to find? Whence this pain that is breaking my heart and my mind? I _know_ that I'm looking For someone most rare Yet I _feel_ that *I'm* broken, that nobody's there For someone like me, For one desperate to be Paired with another, a me and a thee-- For even a day, For even an hour, If I could but believe that contentment can flower For me in my life, As it does for so many! It would help if I'd reason to feel there were any People who want me As I want to be wanted Accepted, enjoyed-- not frightened or daunted By the person I am, And am trying to be-- Even though I still have a problem or three-- Yes, I've problems in plenty But so do most men Yet _they_ can find partners, again and again! While _I_'m still alone-- Am I truly so terrible That everyone finds me completely unbearable? I can't quite believe that, And yet still it seems so, For all who have tried me have finally said "no", And gone on to another, Or sometimes alone, Rejecting me, leaving me here to atone, For what sins I know not-- I cannot see why Nobody can stand me, why no-one will try. And I cannot see how To change from this state Envy and bitterness, anger and hate Yet those don't stop others From finding their mates When I cannot find even so much as dates? When will I find Someone to hold Someone to turn The lead To gold?