She calls me up in the morning, to ask me how I've been
I tell her that it's thoughtful, although I don't ever do those things
She says it doesn't matter, we'll be friends anyway
She only wants me to have a nice day

She sends the sweetest poscards, when new year's coming through
She wishes me the best to find, she writes happy with a friend like you
All this much I care for her, but I don't show her in return
She says that it's all fine, we all got things to learn

Sometimes she writes me letters, to tell me life's been great
As I read between the lines, I know she can't always keep up with faith
She tends to believe life doesn't treat her all that well
Anything I'd say to that sounds like I'm not allowed to tell

I've been down there and it's like prison to the heart
Doesn't she know the dark surrounds to let tomorrow be another start
Trust is what still gives her choice to decide about the things that matter
I hope in time she'll see life can be so much better