Luck of the Draw

I've been told that I'm a nice guy,
I've been told that I'd be perfect,
I've been told everything,
But everything has always been followed by that word,
But...
Everyone around me seems to be a couple,
Everyone around me insists I need to be patient,
Everyone around me reckons I'll be great,
But no one around me wants to give me the chance I crave,
To prove the supposed greatness I possess.
As everyone around me couples up,
I'm left on my own,
With the same compliments ringing in my ears,
Followed by that same word over and over again,
But...

That, I suppose, is the luck of the draw.