I've been thinking lately. Is it me? Am I the problem? All I want is to find love. A love for me. A real love. That's what everyone says. But me? I like being independent. No one to tell me what to do. I'd rather be by myself, not having to entertain anybody else. No one to answer to. But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold. Someone to give me their jacket when it's cold, to have that young love even when we're old. Maybe grab my hand, pick me up, pull me close be my man. I'll love them till the end. But until then, it's dear no one.