One day I’ll probably lose you.
And it’ll probably be my fault
Not that I want to hurt you,
But I’m probably more forgiving than you.
Where I would probably forgive a murder in the face of love,
You’d probably be defending your heart against a petty lie once told.
So if I’ll probably lose you anyways,
Why am I holding on now
Like you’ll love me in the face of pain, heartbreak and death.
Cause you’ll probably leave anyways.
Sometime down the road.
And it’ll probably be my fault.
Because I’m human too, probably,
And we all make mistakes.
So I can either let you go now and spare your pain,
Or I can selfishly pull you into my arms and call you pet names.
I don’t know what I want.
But I probably need to decide
Because I’m probably getting attached to you, my love.
No, not probably this time.
At least I’m sure of that.
And I’ll promise to spare you every chance I get.
But I’ll probably lose you anyways.
Because we’re told love dances with pain.
But also no pain no f*****g gain.
So what the f**k do I do here.
What would you probably do?
Because at the end of the day all I want is you.
Next to me, touching me, kissing me, loving me.
But you’ll probably leave one day anyways.
And I can already feel my self crying,
My anxiety building,
Because it’ll probably be my fault.
And I don’t even know what I’ll do in order to probably lose you.
And ironically you probably already know what it’ll take to leave
*laughs*
How fair is that.
But I probably need to make choices and soon.
Because my anxiety for losing you is growing exponentially
So do I sit here and wait for the shining day that you’ll probably leave
How long should I wear my heart on my sleeve?
Or maybe, I should be the one to leave, to save you the pain and agony.
Of losing that someone you thought I should be.
Probably.