Never

I can never explain to you why sometimes I'm quite, why sometimes there's no words to say and I seem distant. But you can listen to the dial tone one more time and see that image burned in your head just one more time and maybe then you'll start to understand why sometimes I'm quite. Maybe you can bounce around from friends to friends, just attempting to find someone who will stay. Maybe if you hold all my shattered remains and read each story, each individual piece holds, you'll see why I can never explain why sometimes I just walk away. If you look into my eyes, you will see all the past loves and lies and the hurt would not seem so distant. Maybe all of that would be too much to understand though because you are not broken. You have not fought to remain walking towards the light. You will never know, no matter how much you try. . .