Rove ( A girl who has no hope)

If I love you, I'll leave you.

When your wound hurt me more,

When your tears begin to tore;

Me and my heart, apart.

That'll be the beginning of fear,

When the imagination of your death I couldn't bear.

I'll leave for sure.
And it won't be the indifference that I would leave for,
It'll be because I loved you too much, always remember.

If you find me by your side,

Promising to abide,

Convincing "I love you",

Don't believe me.
If I did, I would have gone already you should knew.

Laying my head on your shoulder,
I am no maiden that dares to turn 80 together hun, I'm a bolter.

I fear,

What if I stay there,

Hurt you for something mere?

I know I'm not good,

What if I cause you pain because of small feud?

I won't let you be destroyed by trying to love,

The girl who has no hope,

She's a rove.

So understand,

I have to leave.  

And if I love thee,
I'll leave.
Because I can't bear you hurting because of me.

And when I leave,

How would you grieve?

Will you try to hold,

Will your side of the pillow be cold?

Or will you just let me go,

But if you did,

that implies you didn't love me much, will that be so?