I wait and wait for the week to end,
That she and I may meet,
The girl whom time I always spend.
But I was too conceit.
And now, I can no longer pretend,
My life slowly depletes
If her heart I cannot move or win.
I sit here on this seat,
And wait for her messages to send.
But she left, I'm defeat.
Never will she talk to me again.
Lonely I sit and weep.
This is not how I want us to end.