I met a boy without a smile once,
Emptiness where one used to be,
So I let him borrow mine,
And said, “Smile for me.”
But he was not a nice boy,
And he liked my smile alot,
So when I asked him to return it,
He said he would not.
And I think I finally know why,
So many people can’t smile true:
They get their smiles stolen by sad people,
Just like I had mine stolen by you.