She may be feeling that she never really had choices
I came in, swoop her from an empty forced relationship
And when the novelty ran out
Came the trappings of the same thing
And the questions start to seep in
She never asked to play the damsel in distress
She never asked to be saved
She only wants to be free
And one day, even if it’s not cast as fate
It wasn’t even close to premeditated
In the presence or absence of druthers,
to be gone
Is a gift that I’d take credit for giving her
Maybe find her forgiving me
danDAman 