You must be a thief coz you stole my heart. You must be tired coz you''re always running through my mind. And maybe I''m a bad shooter coz I keep missing you.
Never luk for a Gud Face, it''ll turn old one day; Never luk for a Gud Skin, it''ll wrinkle one day; But luk for a loyal heart, that''ll miss u every day.
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.
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
