love is a losing game.

I don´t mind about what you think is important,what to do,what to complain,say adore..
because i can´t play ,i can´t win..this could kill me and i like what i have done to myself.
I won´t play.But I will expect until..you lose sense for me
or better... when love or another demon appears for us.
and then,babe,we will know how to use the darts with pleasure.