All the butterflies now, are dead
i could see my face's fading glow...
Continuously thinking
of you, my love...
What do you call it, when you continuously think...
what do you call it, when feelings grow and your...
Everything might come back to where it was
As whatever goes up must come down...
Everything might come back to where it was
As whatever goes up must come down...
What do you call it, when you continuously think...
what do you call it, when feelings grow and your...
Continuously thinking
of you, my love...
All the butterflies now, are dead
i could see my face's fading glow...
Never love your girl so much that you end up hating her. |
Life's damn funny, but it doesn't have any sense of humor. |