If she wasn't going to love me

She wasn't going to love anyone.

It's not a threat, it is an observation

If all these years of "us" are nothing, like the rest

There is no point in trying something different

She'll never ask about how day is going

She'll never be here when you need her most

And even if you try to speak your problems

She'll brush it off, it's something off her course

Just let her be, let her drift away

Don't call for her, don't beg for her to stay

She is a fire set to burn your world

And if you let her, she will keep her hold