Poison Every Rose Has Its Thorn

I:Cine e mai important eu sau prieteneii?
M:Poi...prietenii..



Trandafirul dragostei pierdut in abis....
Youre all I want inside my heart.

 Every rose has it’s thorn
Just like every night has it’s dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad,sad song
Every rose has it’s thorn..
Fiecare intepatura din spini trandafirului..era tot mai dureroasa..