She is distracted and her mind is chaotic
She finds peace in the chaos you run from
She seeks danger and teases fate's temper
She starts and never finishes but, wants to
She seeks approval but, ignores praise
She ask for sensuality only to turn it away
She creates beauty and life to see a reaction
She is insane and you believe she pretends
She is so alone in her head and you will never reach her
She is me and I am her, my life is not my own, who am I?
