It was the last time I saw her.
She was crossing the road with another guy.
Wearing that white top I gave her.
The red shoe she asked for on her birthday.
The same girl, the same perfume, the same hand holding a different hand.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
I pressed the accelerator of my car.
I hope she saw my face before I crushed her under the wheels.
It was the last time I saw her.
