I used to walk these halls
I can walk past all of the lovers
It doesn't really bother me
Not until that day
God that stupid day
That dumb old sellout of a holiday
The one made of hearts and candies
The one that's made up of broken hearts and lies
Lies of love and broken passion 
God that stupid Holiday
Rubbing it my face that Im not perfect
That stupid holiday
The day when people ask
"Who are you with"
and for years i answered
"No one"
It wouldn't have mattered though
I would still hate it to be honest
People will still stare
Its what they do...
Its stupid but its what they do
They will stare and think to themselves
"Why her?" or "Eww just look at her"
They are human....and i hate them all