They say that my kind of love is blind

Some even say I must have lost my mind

But if I thought 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 could 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

But if I thought 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 could let a doubt come in

I'd rather die before this day ends

Yes I'd rather die before this day ends