It's just one of those things being single and lonely.
When I go to a party and find I'm the only
Singleton there, something creases inside me.
A reminder that life isn't smooth, neat or tidy.
Tonight's one such time; I'll be wheel No. 7.
And when everyone raises their arms to the heavens,
They'll have someone to kiss and remember New Year by
While I stand still, smile, my face telling a lie.
