It's been 4 years we've been together
It's cool we always love each another
But one day, you suddenly cold to me
You put on a fake smile and lie to me
Shit, you tell me that I am ignoring you
Yea, I am busy and I am honest to you
I study hard, aiming towards our future
In our wedding, you wear a haute couture*
You suspect me having a girl behind you
In wallet, I keep the pretty picture of you
Your word pierce my heart, sharp as a lance
If I don't say a word, I don't have any chance
You tell me that you want to break up
Why now you just bring this topic up?
Well, you should have tell me earlier
So that I break up with you easier
My heart break into million of pieces
When I try hard to forget of our kisses
Since I know you are already gone
It takes time for me to move on
(Writing for a friend of mine, named G)
*Haute couture (French for "high sewing" or "high dressmaking"; pronounced: [ot kutyʁ], English pronunciation: /ˌoʊt kuːˈtʊər/) refers to the creation of exclusive custom-fitted clothing.
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