The time when you let go off my hand while I was holding you tight,
I thought you were having something urgent,
but,
I saw you,
avoiding your friend,
three girls up there,
you were being ashamed.
You left me behind as I am not your girl,
just like stranger,
who never know each other,
I hate you at that time,
I was upset,
I was the one who were being hurt,
I didn't know why you got way upset than me..
Just don't do that twice,
don't,
don't ask me why if you know exactly the answer,
or I would become a thunder,
who would never like you ever.
