It's like throwing a dart.
Where the bulls eye is my heart.
And those who actually aim,
Are the ones who end up sorry they came.
And those who don't care to play,
Are the ones who end up winning anyway.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
It's like throwing a dart.
Where the bulls eye is my heart.
And those who actually aim,
Are the ones who end up sorry they came.
And those who don't care to play,
Are the ones who end up winning anyway.
