Precious thingnI long for nothing morenThan to be your friendnBut I am not goodnAs you arenFor I thinknWhere I should feelnAnd I am not innocentnAs you would thinknFor I trynTo turn your headnAnd I never stopnAnd I see you happynAnd I wish you wellnBut in my wishnIs my invitationnTo a different dreamnAnd I wondernIf I care for you at allnNot to leave you alonenWhere you arenContentnAnd I long for nothing morenThan to be your friendnBut if you accept my giftnYou will ruin itnAnd I will not give younWhat I promisednBecausenI can’tnBut I will alwaysnOffernAnd I will alwaysnDeny itnBecause I have a most convenientnGuisenOf friendshipnShould you slipnI should slay younLike all the othersnAnd still I rainnAnd say walk my waynBecause I adorenWhere I have no rightnBut I ask you to becomenWorse than you arenAnd neglect to mentionnThat I adore the part of younThat does not love menFor I long for nothing morenThan to be your friendnYet I long for everythingnFriends will never benI think I may benCruelnBut if I harm none I am onlynEvilnAnd it hurts not to know if I amnTerriblenOr onlynIn love