She stands there with her friends. Smiling and laughing.
He looks at her.
He realizes she isn't happy.
She doesn't want to smile or laugh. She's sad.
She looks in an other direction.
Her friends still laugh.
She doesn't laugh anymore.
She doesn't do anything.
She's sad.
In her eyes he sees a tear.
He knows something is wrong with her.
He can't do anything.
He's too shy and doesn't know what to say.
She looks in his eyes.
He looks back.
But one of her friends, start talking with her.
She needs to fake her smile again.
But she still looks all the time in his direction.
She needs him.
She wants him.
She wants him as her friend.
Her brother.
Her boyfriend.
Her bestfriend.
But she knows he doesn't want her. He doesn't need her.
She still loves him.
Der Mond ist scharlachrot.
Er rockt sich durch die dunklen Wolken.
Er strahlt wie eine schöne Frau.
Sein Lächeln liegt noch auf dem Morgentau.
Die Sonne küsst ihn zart.
Der Smooth Jazz breitet sich aus
Schwingt sich den Wänden empor
Tanzt an der Decke leichtfüssig
Lacht übers ganze Gesicht
Und meint in unterkühltem Ton
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