There goes a weekend and there goes another one of my interests. There goes an interest and there goes someone I was in love with for a weekend. There goes someone I was in love with for a weekend and there goes you. You? Are still here. You are not a weekend. You, Someone I will be in love with for much longer than a weekend. You are someone that I aspire to be and somewhere else, there is someone else that looks up to you as well. You make me envy the people that pass you everyday and not dare to try and see you the way that i would.