The boy with the heart winning smile,


He’s always asked to stay a while,


Girls love his laugh and guys like his smirk,


But what they don’t know?


Is it’s so much work.. 


He smiles so he won’t talk 
He smiles so they won’t analyze his walk,


A walk that is limping and numb,


From the forenight’s rigors he had done.


To himself so he could actually feel something,


Cause I mean pain and love it’s the same..Right?


But so he smiles,

he smiles so he keeps the persona of a magnificent confident boy,


When all he truly feels like is someone’s little toy, 


Because you tell them that he mangled your emotions,


When really you were the one who gave him the false love potion.


Treating him like he was never going to disappear,


Like he was your little knight carrying your burdening spear,


But then when he finally drops your ploy,


And stops being yours obedient little toy,


All of a sudden he’s the monster,


The one who tore YOUR heart asunder.


And that’s what he grows to believe,


Seeing how he’s stills naive,


So he puts himself back in his armor,


Clamps the latches tight and closes the visor,


Because he doesn’t want that to happen again,


He’s already face pain greater then some men,


And the only thing he’s ever held dear,


Was the hope that one day,

someone would hear. 


Hear the pains through his winning smile,


Notice his walk is a little misguiled,


The hope that someone would tear off his armor,


Lift his visor, 
And say,
 N’ayez pas peur mon amour


But.. Who would go through that trial?


For the boy asked to stay.. Just a while,


Who will fix the boy, 
With the hear splitting smile?