I didn't cry on my way

I didn't cry on my way
to your wedding day.
Even brought some gifts for you two.
Even wore my mustard tuxedo.

I didn't cry on the day,
I knew your wedding day.
Even we were that close.
Even before, I planned to propose.

I didn't thought of crying,
when you invited me to your wedding,
as one of the principals attending
or be the partner of some maiden.

My tears were marred by reality
so I saw no point of cursing destiny.
I have no more urge to cry.
I have ended it ago with one try.

But I counted the chicks too early.
I held too much to my theory.
I forgot the reason I didn't cry
and enjoyed too much the happy drive.

I should just enjoyes the vibe,
alone, sitting, waiting for the night.
But I asked you a dance instead
and memories flashed in my head.

I didn't felt like crying
when I gave back your hand to him.
Not until I drove away again
and tears streamed down like Seine.

I'm a selfish son of a gun
for wanting you back in my life.
I'm a manipulative madman
for acting I didn't even cry.