Precious thing I long for nothing more Than to be your friend But I am not good As you are For I think Where I should feel And I am not Innocent As you would think For I try To turn your head And I never stop And I see you happy And I wish you well But in my wish Is my invitation To a different dream And I wonder If I care for you at all Not to leave you alone Where you are Content And I long for nothing more Than to be your friend But if you accept my gift You will ruin it And I will not give you What I promised Because I can't But I will always Offer And I will always Deny it Because I have a most convenient Guise Of friendship Should you slip I should slay you Like all the others And still I rain And say "walk my way" Because I adore Where I have no right But I ask you to become Worse than you are And neglect to mention That I adore the part of you That does not Love me For I long for nothing more Than to be your friend Yet I long for everything Friends will never be I think I may be Cruel But if I harm none I am Only evil And it hurts not to know if I am Terrible Or only In love