Song | A Letter from a Friend |
Artist | Emilie Autumn |
Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |
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 |