To the Double-Faced "Friend"
The best friend came to my place
When she wanted have some fun
I was happy to see her face
She was brighter than a summer sun
She was gloomy although sometimes
But I was always beside to cheer up
She said that I was really nice
And that she'd be my friend till the end
And I got addicted to her
Got too dependent on her inner light
And day by day there was less and less of me
And finally she became the planet and I - satellite