The Girl On My Roof

The girl on my roof was a great friend of mine,
But she grew colder throughout time,
She listened to her Mother, instead of me,
And the rumours were incredibly deadly,

One day she left through her window, back home,
And I was out on the roof, all alone,
She taught me a lesson on that cold autumn night:
Never trust a lightbulb whose fuse is not bright,

I had a friend once, but they don't last forever,
But a lesson for life? Never means *never*.