Be here, Be there
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.