she is at the end chasing her own fading light running from her shadow in the name of living searched for worth in the lust of men paid in blood in different beds mistaking sex for true love they never meant a thing her addiction brought her a world of coward boys and of cheater girls looking for an easy way out of being ordinary so she boarded their sinking ship and crossed their red needle sea drowning truth to live her lie that she was ordinary in her fading shadow1