Anna If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop the story.
Just another day stuck in this thing they call reality.
There's nothing you can't do,Now you're in New York,These streets will make you feel brand new,The lights will inspire you.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
It's a new art form, showing people how little we care.
And so I tell myself that I will be strong, and dreaming when they're gone.
Cola with its burnt out tasteI'm the one you tell your fears to There'll never be enough of us
Life is dumb and I want to sleep.
But no hidden drawers, lockable diaries and cryptographic systems could conceal the simple truth: she had no secrets.
Here's the beginning of love at the end of our travail.
"I was away in my thoughts," she began to explain.
Let me live that fantasy.
We're so happy even we are smiling out of fear.