What happened to my happiness? To the days that were OK and my smiles were genuine. Oh, that's right I grew up and saw the darkness of the world. That little girl who used to love playing with dolls and sing is no more. All that's left of her is a broken shell. She wears a broken smile upon her lips. And the metal has touched her skin  to many times. The light has died inside of her and all that's left is a cold dark shell of something that can never be fixed.

She is the girl with the broken smile....