At Work on a Friday Morning

Sitting here all alone on a friday..
Dialing up computer-generated numbers.
Giving out surveys to people i don't even know and i don't barely understand.
Almost begging them to answer my questions.
Putting a plastered smile on my voice and pretending I REALLY CARE for them.


I miss him...
OR I just miss having someone.

I'm tired of being alone...
So hurry up and get here...
So tired of being alone...
So hurry up and get here...
Get here...

A love song for no one.
A love crap for no one.