You"re like a target that I always try to aim at. How I wish I could aim you at the heart. But every time I fail, I feel so sad. You know why? It"s because I always end up missing you
You mu$t be a good runner becau$e you are alway$ running in my mind,
you mu$t be a good thief becau$e you have $tolen my heart,
and i am alway$ a bad $hooter becau$e I Mi$s You Alway$.....
My heart taught me that missing someone is a very real ache. It comes from a place where another heart has touched my own and left a permanent imprint.
