Can someone bear this burden? That's how the story ends... Don't tell me your cherry - soaked poems Keep it by yourself Spare me your falsehood and avert your dark brown eyes Your shine perishes No more need to glare Can't watch them any longer They sell honeysuckle lies Your shine parishes No more need to glare I cut you off I cut me off Though I can hardly see Now I'm running free I cut you off I cut me off I cut you off Though I can hardly see Now I'm running free And the world knows better... The old one praise: sadness and gladness succeed each Other I say: scratch a lover and find a foe I had my share of both but how was I supposed to know? I say: scratch a lover and find a foe I cut you off I cut me off Though I can hardly see Now I'm running free I cut you off I cut me off I cut you off Though I can hardly see Now I'm running free I cut you off I cut me off Though I can hardly see Now I'm running free I cut you off I cut me off I cut you off Though I can hardly see Now I'm running freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
