She could climb from her window
over to my house
we would hide up in my room

where she'd feel safe for awhile
keep the windows open for the blue skies
she'd say even if it rained

she kept hers wide
in case her parents ever called her name
and she only told me the truth

when we were on the phone
she liked to change her name
she liked to think of stories

about places we'd never been
she always made me believe
I loved everything about her

and she was in love with me
why'd she have to go
her mother was to good for her

her daddy wasn't ever good enough
and through the years of fighting
they never noticed how much she grew up

when I last saw her at the corner of two streets
she looked tire like she might do something rash
she got a job saved some money

bought a car and she never looked back
and I always thought that
I could be the one to make her stay

she liked to stay out late
drinking and acting crazy
though she was just waiting

and I'd try to hold her hand
tell her I understood
what I could never understand

why's she have to go