Did I develop these pictures just to burn it
Write these letters just to shred it
Sang songs during sobriety
Danced on the dancefloor, feeling high
"It was us against the world," what a pretty little liar you are
You left me all alone. In the streets sleeping.

That night, when you drove me home, was it out of gesture?
Or was it the last time you went and wanted to see me?

Because when I wore that red satin dress, you dumped me.
But I strived harder, moved to Harvard to study Law but not to follow you
No wonder a girl like me from sorority
Would become a lawyer someday.