I was once broken, i know hard to believe
but really this smile it isnt me...

I could have never of been this brave or strong
Dont know if I could have last this long...

He holds me close, we dance, we kiss
I love him...

The word happy is used to often
Its meaning has been softened...

Put one foot in front of the other
Hold tight to the hand of another...

So cold almost frozen
Done crying, dead within...

You hate me now, i know you do
i can tell when i look at you...

Youre going to smile, I know you will
Because I wrote you this poem, your hearts feeling...

Cupid has been shot dead
the head lines of a paper...

Happy is not what I am nor am I sad
I am only frustrated not mad...

I had stopped thinking about you
But now I cant...

I dont want this pain any more
But I know that you will always have pain and sour...