Everyone says there are many fish in the sea;
Trying to make me feel better when I get slammed to the
floor,
But when you think of it how many fish are really left for
your pool;
Some have boyfriends some are married and some don't even
want you at all,
So you find yourself on the pier fishing for boots;
There are no fish here at all,
And suddenly you feel all alone;
A fisherman who can't catch fish is not a fisherman at all,
Still I stand on that pier like there's nothing else for me
to do;
But the fish don't come and the bucket, much like my heart,
is empty and cold.