All we had was four years of a bumpy ride
And one day to end four years of what we have
Four might not be a good number for you and for me
But four years was sure a hell ride for me.
After four years of you and me, I met a person who made me believe…
Four years is just a number because I met that person four months after.
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Only few questions left but the one I’ve been waiting is not asked yet
It took me courage to say these words “Who do you like?”
Hoping that would be my final chance
You look into my eyes and say slowly and intently
“YOU” and that was the last time you and I spoke.