Haute Mess Meg

She’s got heartbreak, his dad just died. You see that girl all caked up? It’s to conceal countless tears she’s cried. The boy over there; all grimaced and grudged, he can’t remember the last time someone showed him some love. What’s your story? We’ve all got one to tell. What’s your dream? Throw your coin in the wishing well. It’ll get better, just maybe not today, tomorrow’s hope can cleanse the hurt of yesterday. I promise you you’re not alone in this battle called life, we can all unite to fight the pain and strife.