автор: oziris

For Veronika

I don`t really know you much,
we don`t even stay in touch.
You`re away and I am here -
that has been for over year.

There`s no room for feelings deep.
When I say I cannot sleep
I distort the truth again -
come to me, my dearest friend.

You can always count on me,
if you need near you I`ll be...
If you say I am too close
I`ll take in the things you rose.

There`s no room for feelings strong.
When I say we do belong,
I might also just pretend -
come to me, my dearest friend.

Come to me, my dearest friend.