I tried to write stories about a boy with a free smile,
But they sounded too sad,
Too angry.
And I know I’m being unfair,
When I say you broke my heart,
But I broke yours too.
And now all the free smile is only a memory.
I tried to write stories about a boy with a free smile,
But they sounded too sad,
Too angry.
And I know I’m being unfair,
When I say you broke my heart,
But I broke yours too.
And now all the free smile is only a memory.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 