автор: oziris

How`s it going, my good friend?
Our friendship needs amends.
It`s my fault and I`m to blame -
in my soul you lit a flame.

How`s it going, my good friend?
Is it late to just pretend?
When you`re close, my heart beats fast -
deep within it you`re the Last.

How`s it going, my good friend?
Has your fortress well defense?
Lips well closed and arms well crossed.
Only I know what I lost.

How`s it going, my good friend?
How`s it ever gonna end?
Tears from both or smiles inside,
when the friendship, useless dies.