Suspended in midair..
somewhere between the place
where dreams and reality meet..
Drifting, wandering aimlessly,
unsure which direction to take
He is sometimes,
someone she doesn't really even know..
Everything she thought she ever wanted..
but sometimes.. he is just so hot and cold
Sometimes she's on top of the world
and sometimes he's nowhere to be found..
and she's floundering like a fish out of water..
Not really sure why it is she hangs around..
Just looking for an anchor..something to hang onto..
A reason to believe because when it's good it's great
And there was never anything better..
But on days like this she's looking at the door..
And planning her escape.. someone toss that girl an anchor...
Before she throws it all away, and turns and runs
Again.