They say that my kind of love is blind some even say I must have lost my mind But if I knew I'd never kiss your lips again I'd rather die before this day ends Seeds of gossip always grow till they kill the fragrant of the sweetest rose But if I thought that you would let a doubt come in I'd rather die before this day ends
All of everything is nothing without you and many dreams I dream the way I do Without your love before another day begins I'd rather die before this day ends Seeds of gossip always growTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
