In my therapist's office

February fourteen

Just me and my thoughts again

Can't scroll past another post

Of happy couples and their hearts

Trying to convince myself

That I'm exactly where I need to be

But these walls are closing in

And my phone stays quiet

Like it knows what day it is

Doc says "How you feeling?"

I just shake my head

Tell myself I'm stronger alone

But tonight hits different

When everyone's got someone

And I got my own reflection

Today I'm my own Valentine

But why's that feel like failure?

(Why's that feel like failure?)

Last session we talked about growth

About learning to love myself

But sitting here right now

All I see is empty spaces

Where someone else should be

Doc says "What's on your mind?"

Everything and nothing

Just these greeting cards that mock me

And memories I can't shake

They say self-love is the answer

But the questions keep coming

When everyone's celebrating

And I'm here contemplating

Today I'm my own Valentine

But why's that feel like failure?

(Why's that feel like failure?)

Maybe it's not about the roses

Or the chocolates wrapped in red

Maybe healing isn't linear

And lonely doesn't mean dead

Doc says "Time's almost up"

And I finally understand

That being alone on Valentine's

Doesn't make me less than

Today I'm my own Valentine

And maybe that's not failure

(No, that's not failure)