Maybe when you're alone you think of me,
because I was your wife-to-be.
Maybe you tried but could not see,
that I needed you in my life especially.

Maybe time will tell if you were right,
that I don't need you in the night.
Maybe you don't need me in your life,
but you wanted me to be your wife.

Maybe I should try to let you go,
but I really don't know.
Maybe you were all I ever needed,
but your love gradually receded.

Maybe I need to stay silent,
you might think my way of coping is violent.
Maybe you will never call me again your baby,
because all I can think about is your last word: 'Maybe'