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.