The way back home, you beg to me "Look at me" The Friday night your crescent-moon eyes wink No one stops by and pick you up You're crying out "help me, and save me" Your mew is almost gone Wrappig yourself with sorrow and loneliness Making up yourself a tragic heroine You look as if you carry all the world's misery on your back So you are just starving for love The way back home, Saturday night "Look at me" Somebody stays, somebody leaves The god is in a mood. Your sky is crying out It wipes your make up, and hertache in your mind I know that you can believe You can cry for someone Your heart is beating I'll ask mom if I can keep Happy Sunday you remind me of "Look at me"