Another Friday.
I get up
False hope
That this one could ever
Be like that Friday

That Friday night
When he came back
And made my night
Even better
A night I will never forget

And as 7 comes
And passes by
I reload the page
A million times
While sitting there crying.

I wish he'd come back
I'm empty without him
He left me a shell
Empty, worthless,
Waiting for him to return.