(no subject)
Maybe she made up her mind about her future on that long walk home. She went through all her things, threw them out.
Erasing herself quietly, behind closed doors, like most people live their lives.
Only a fool would speculate, about the life of a woman.
I mean, maybe she was just tired of dead ends.
Phone calls that were never returned. Promises that were never kept.
Tripping over the same stone.
I guess we'll never know what she was thinking, It's just as well, these are the things that can't be shared.
Erasing herself quietly, behind closed doors, like most people live their lives.
Only a fool would speculate, about the life of a woman.
I mean, maybe she was just tired of dead ends.
Phone calls that were never returned. Promises that were never kept.
Tripping over the same stone.
I guess we'll never know what she was thinking, It's just as well, these are the things that can't be shared.