while spending weekend at home
i start to slowly fall asleep,
i wonder if now you're alone -
if you laugh or silently weep
weekends without you here
feel cold and unknown to me,
i wonder if you too wish to be near -
if you forgot of all we wanted to be
being lonely became my thing
i'm so used to being alone,
i wonder if now you cry or sing -
if you too wait for me to phone
while spending weekend at home
i do nothing but think of you,
i wonder if now you're alone -
if maybe you think of me too.