12:00 AM By download I don't know who she is She comes to me every night. No words are left to say. With her hands around my neck. I close my eyes and pass away. I don't know who she is. In my dreams she does exist. Her passion is a kiss and I can not resist. Pošalji ovo e-poštom Blogiraj ovo!Dijeli na XPodijeli na usluzi Facebook