Every time I hear these words all hope disappears,

I listen without end to something I have always feared,

Without you my tears wouldn't fall because there would be none,

Even if they did fall it wouldn't be because of you, you're done.

Silently I watch and wait for you to screw up,

Because when you do I'll always know that I'll have to pack all my stuff,

And even though you say I'm fine truly I am not,

Fore waiting on you is torture enough something of which should not be sought.

You're killing me slowly with your words of deceit,

I'm just waiting for you to repeat,

Those simple words you tell me so often,

"I'm sorry but I'm off Hun.".