It's quarter till ten,
Waiting for you to come my way.
Wondering where have you been,
Hoping that tonight you can stay.
It's now half past eleven,
Still wondering why you haven't came.
Because being with you is like heaven,
I hope some day you will feel the same.
It's now midnight,
You haven't showed up at my door.
Maybe it's because you felt like ditching me tonight,
Or you just don't love me anymore.
Tonight I lay alone, with no one by my side,
I was waiting for you to come over.
But now I guess it's time to hide,
Crying all by myself, at my one man sleepover.