Ranting my frustration of blue balls

I want to call Latvia and tell them I turned gay.
 How do people find love every day.

 I watch romantic comedy, they make me sad.
 Romance and love is dead.

 I surf dating sites and make ton's of new friends.
 I can't meet them in real life, then the magic ends.

 You have to start feeling real feelings,
 have to speak words with real meanings.

 Though creating a profile often makes me sick
 I cannot help but come off like a dick.

 I say what I currently feel and perhaps sometimes too fast.
 I suppose that's my love and it never will last.

 My hope lies by a single straw thread.
 I guess now its over... I'll consider myself dead.


(written with the help of trentsteel, from vampirefreaks)