She's My Friend

She's got rain dripping of her fingers
And dust blowing through her hair
She's frozen as she sleeps
The winters climbing up her stairs
I wasn't there at the beginning
I may not be there by the end
If any body asks me
She's my friend

She disappears in sunshine
She's always far away
I wrote her a song
Because I want her to stay
If I ever get lonesome
My solitude she'll mend
If anybody asks me
She's my friend

I'm staring at this twisted portrait
See the dirt upon the page
I'm standing here dejected
Holding on to quiet rage
I could never forget what she looks like
I don't even have to pretend
So if you ever ask me
I'll say she's my friend

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