I walk alone through crowded streets,
looking in faces of those I meet,
got soulmates on the brain.
Feels like nothing left for me
so each person that I see
seems to drive me insane
laughter seems to fill the air
having fun without a care
I’ve got soulmates on the brain
people pass me by
I look into their eyes
in hopes of finding the one
each person that passes by
stops my breath, makes me sigh
wondering why she’ll never come
may be I’m
I shouldn’t really care
statistically I haven’t a prayer
of finding anyone