My World

I love weekends, as always.

I hate weekends, as well.

An empty house,

An empty bed,

with an empty heart.

I wonder how,

I wonder why,

also, I wonder where you were.

As you promised,

everything is going to be different,

I am waiting,

I am observing,

I am always here for you.

—-This is going to be a song lyric, very soon, I will play and sing it.