I invited you for dinner,
but you got me down.
told me you have a trip tomorrow,
with your friends at downtown,

Seemingly convinced,
walked away heads down,
teared the mighty plans,
Head filled with frown.

I told myself, It's not my day,
As I kick some stones along my way.
As my mind flee, out of sadness,
I gave my last look and then I witnessed:

1. Your hand's holding a some guy's hand
2. Walking fast, left where you stand
3. In to your house, Silhouette's on window
4. A tight hug, with the man that's beard-o.

In my mind, again I counted,
turned my back, my mind was haunted.
thinking; You and that macho man looks weird.
I am now thinking.. of growing my own beard.