She had smiled their questions away
She had always answered their questions
By saying she got cold easily
She would always cry behind closed doors
When she couldn't take it anymore
She would pull out her metal friend
The only one that only one that understood her
That helped her words change colors
She had her last conversation three weeks ago
I wish she would have spoke to me
I would have understood her
So she wouldn't have had to talk to much
I would have showed her
My conversations with my metal friend
But that's OK I'll join her today
