If you told me that you were leaving me,

I would obviously cry,

But I wouldn't try to stop you.

Neither would I ask you why.

I would probably sit there and watch you go.

I'd probably be so broken,

That I wouldn't try to do no more.

I would have to let you go.

If you return,

That means you are mine.

If you don't,

You never were.

And I would have to let you go.