To whom this concerns

Hey, I'm Troye.

I guess you could say this is a letter.

I had an accident and lost my memories.

A teenage amnesiac they're calling me.

But when a gorgeous blue haired boy comes in and is telling me that I'm famous I can't help but to wonder.

Who am I?

I look at pictures of me, I wonder

Was I smiling because I was happy,

Or because I was told to?