She is not me, I am not her and I will never be.
When I look back I wonder why she where like that, When I look back I wonder why she did what she did.

But when I stand still for a bit I understand that I never had to wonder about anything.
I knew all along that what she did and what she was took her from There to Here.

So yes I am her, I always was but I will never go back there.