Probability

I will tell you everyday that you are my dearest friend when I really can't conceive anymore this role. I will dry your tears again when your boyfriends is going out with other girls (and you will forgive him again).

I simply can't see you again with someone else. Why do you kiss him like that and then smile back at me? Are you just playing with me or are you really happy like this?

You will tell me that you need me (now is my time to take advantage) and I won't (I know that I am an idiot) because I want to earn your love, not your pity. Is there an end to this spiral of death?

Will the roulette ever stop on my place?