Anastasia
David Beaver
I wish you still believed
In the image that you once had of me
You didn't let it grow
Like the songs and the things i believed
I wish it wasn't true
But i'm very disappointed in the way i thought you'd be
Now it really doesn't matter to me
Anastasia, i see you running away
And that seems quite normal for you
You run to a dream world of immature games
Your fantasies block out your view
You life's full of problems you'd rather not face
So run 'cause that's easy for you
Anastasia, you're the fool