I will die without you, I expect this I wrestle my day, I dont die twice in a day, I am pessimistic about the weeks of the week Im not happy to go after you, I see all Friday like a butterfly that you are a cage. Donna I am burn from your fever, water the sea, come back My life is waiting every day, give up my life from this pain
I will die without you, I expect this I will not go back to your day, I will not go back a day I see the days on Friday.
