This is the last stop
End of the line
We are arriving at lonely block
In rock bottom time
Desperation calls like I'm a main operator
How may I direct your call today
So lonely I can imitate her
Yes could you put me on with a lonely male
We could be a match just like a fairy tale
So I hear the dial tone ring
Ring...
Ring...
No answer
I call the operator again
This is that lonely female
The one without the background of wedding bells
I asked to be connected with a similar male
The telephone rang
And rang again
But there was no answer
Should my graveling begin
Wait! No you mean to tell me
In a world consumed by the male ego
That there is none
None that can satisfy me
So you say my standards are to risen
To awaken
To stricken by pride no male would have me
How dare there be no equal to maturity
I don't blame the operator
Just doing their job
I blame the male on my level for not noticing how lonely he is without me
Can he not see my APB for his handsome confidence
Or is it just his hesitance
Pondering on the thought that I am not ready
Ready for his voice his smooth medley
Ready for our future our combined love can venture
This is the last stop
End of the line
I have arrived at lonely block in rock bottom time
I step onto the platform
Only to be informed
Wait! There he is... in all his magnificence
WE have arrived
Together
At rock bottom times
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