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 feeling down.
When frosty bangs hang low across her brow,
Who can say what Sasha needs?
Remember, I was there. We were modern history.
We made castles of blanket forts,
And fell asleep on the same front porch.
And even though we couldn’t speak,
We shared a home, and the bond was so deep…
So, 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.
If you could see Sasha the way I did,
You’d be surprised.