This little star in my hand, forever hunting me, guiding me through the dark, and these suicidal tendencies. But im not crazy, im alive, not hazy, just free. Well I’ll be the death of you my dear, and these Mona Lisa eyes, that have you in their lock, Holding on to all your lies, But im not crazy, im alive, not hazy, just free. Trying to stop the love with the littlest fight, That begs a reason for an unfulfilling question, Never finding all that much sight, And all those Auto shapes at 9.4” I swear it’s like a miracle in it’s self. But im not crazy, im alive, not hazy, just free. And time will come Calgary, You shall all know my name, Don’t push the drugs, I won’t… there’s to much shame For I do what others only dream of. I am the impossible. I am the happiness that makes life worth living. I am a figment of your imagination. I am the image at the back of your mind. I am… me. The ghost the grows and weeps over the coffin door, The pretty sound in the distance, Or the sorrow you feel in a frown, My grief is what makes the light go dim. But im not crazy, im alive, not hazy, just free. But someday I shall be gone, And they’ll be nothing wrong, Just a nameless girl, With Mona Lisa eyes. Later Days! *~Ashley~*