Maybe I’ll stop loving you.
What will change then?
Will you get all my clues you
been missing?
Maybe I’ll start giving a fxck
about shit.
Nah, cause either way it goes
life’s a bitch!
Maybe I’ll up and leave and never
look back.
Would you care or is it on to the
next one?
Maybe I’ll tell you I hate what
you done to me.
I despise most of the male
species.
Maybe I’ll never get over losing
my child.
I had to let you go back to your
maker, I couldn’t handle the pain.
Maybe I’ll shut the world out and
act like it never happened.
Though, I forgave you, I still
want to kill you.
Maybe I’m crazy.
Maybe I’m just mad.
What happens when you can’t let
go of the past?
Maybe I’ll laugh it all off as if
it is a silly joke.
But everything burns as if Satan
has touched my soul.
Maybe I’ll just forget about it.
Maybe I won’t.
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