I have a strange disease
Thats haunted me since birth
The truth of the matter is
I can't love or be loved
I've never felt the warmth
Of anothers embrace
Nor have I ever loved
With passion in my heart
So some days I just sit
Idly on a bench and smile
At the couples that pass me by
Admiring their love from a distance
And this is enough for me I say
As I walk home alone once again
To my empty home
And my empty heart