There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the দিন I hate.

Sit on the বিছানা alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.

This is when I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails.
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.

Sit on the বিছানা alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He...