Skipping Pebbles on the Soon to be Polluted River

I never had a chance

to smile after my first kiss

or to write silly love poems

about a boy i'd never miss

I never had a chance

to really fall for a guy

and to hold his hand and smile

and kiss under the sky

I never had a chance

to choose who I wanted

and since I can't get it back

my memories are forever haunted