I am not good enough for your standarts
I am just the arrow to play darts
You wanted her
I'm not preety as her
That's true
My black eyes not comparing with her, blue
I don't blame you, it's my fault
Now i could feel the losing volt
Being painfull to know
Clare as the winter snow
For not being enough for you
But there is only you and just you.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC