Friday Night. Alone at Last?

Friday night, here again.
Nothing to do, got no friends.
Always at home, nothing to do.
Except maybe think of you.
But out of the blue, here I see, a girl in your arms, instead of me.

Another night alone, nothing to do.
Except maybe cry over you.

As the days go on, I hope and I pray, you might leave her and sweep me away.
But you don't even know me, sad to say.
So here's to Friday, alone. Hooray...
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This is about a guy I like. But it may never happen. :P Please don't steal this poem. Ask me first if you wanna use it for some reason.