Freya Ridings - Weekends

I don’t really have friends
Don’t go out on weekends
I don’t have a lover left to hold
Friday night, I’m alone, sat at the piano
Thinking about the ex I shouldn’t call
You say, «Now I see, you busy
Out and living the wildest of dreams
With new friends, new cities»
But now inside my heart wants to scream
Where’s the love that I knew we ignited?
Darkness in me and I learned how to hide it
Made you believe that I’m happier like this