She'd talk to me all day long
Telling me every little secret about her life
Every bit of her world going along
Every little thing was talked upon, wishes, sins and afterlife
I didn't say a lot
but she'd help me cover it with ease
She'd do the talking and I'd be the ears

People would always give us weird looks
As if we were mental or something
She always overlooked
But I couldn't
I thought of every possibility of them doing so
Until one day her mum...