What do you think she sees?
I know you like to make-believe
Like it’s right for you to make the call, for her. For what you feel she needs.
But I know her better. I know when she’s falling down.
When frosty bangs hang low across her brow.
Who can say what Sasha needs?
Remember, I was there. We were modern history.
And maybe we’ll never agree
On what’s behind those hazy eyes.
But I say there’s more to her than you’d like to believe.