Smile

by Heather   Jan 22, 2005


The Pain it comes and makes me wanna scream every time i think of you a tear comes to my eye and a smile to my face.

You may wonder how could both good and bad come to an expression

The reason is is because i hate to see you with another girl that brings the tear and me thinking of me and you together brings the smile

These are good and bad things, maybe i smile cause were gonna be one day and maybe i cry cause you were with her when i wanted to be with you.

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