There will never be a turnback anymore of all the things 
that used to be ritual. She just one day packed her 
stuff. She never left me anything that would lead to her 
existence. Not a note, a kiss goodbye But the money in 
the kitchen drawer was gone. Three months later just a 
call, I wonder why. And looking back now we had our 
laughs, but her actions we're enough for me. To tell her 
the door remain closed. My star in life, how could she 
ever do this to me. We both had our own insanities, but 
is that a reason to talk her way out? Till I discovered 
she was seeing someone else (even heard that she fucked 
him). But she ain't gonna get away. Common sense is 
tougher during trial. There will come a day when she'll 
reach for my hand, and I don't know what I'm gonna say. 
Ever since I don't know what to say.