and so she tries, but theres nothing left to grant: shes already made it to the top of the wave. And she flys with out wings: im addicted to her and i dont even know her name. she promises to keep her promise, and i have no problem to follow with a ciggerette and fire in my hair. and im still walking: still parallel to one that saves me. we've been through so much, but then again so little: theres even more coming down our prallel lane. and god shes suffocating, and obnoxious, and selfish and so unberable, but shes the only one the understands what im feeling at the end of the day. she knows me: even more than i know myself. shes the primary source of my life. half of her i see when the mirror looks back at me. i wonder i wonder what adventure will go on tomorow - anastacia.. ..
