She

She never told me what was wrong

but I could tell she wasn't being true

She claimed that help was not what she needed

And I was clueless of what to do

She was my friend so long ago

until be began to drift apart

She wouldn't tell me anything

but that she had a broken heart

She now wore black all the time

and hated everything, including me

If she would've only told me what she needed

then we'd still be friends and not enemies

She through her whole life away

Just because she couldn't trust anyone

but I was there that whole time, she just didn't care to look

that's where her main probloms had begun

I miss her so very much

but she is all alone now

I really wanted to help this friend

but I just didn't know how

I wanted to help her

but she wouldm't understand

what I would've done for her

I could really lend a hand

I guess her life will be unsolved

and will forever remain a mistery

if only I could remember this sad gurl

in which I always refered to as "she"