Stories For Sale

[Verse]
There's a kid in my town about ten years old
With a heart of sheer gold, though it may appear cold
His eyes are windows into a scarred mind
It's safe to say this kid has seen some hard times
His clothes are dirty and so is his face
Through his sparks in his eyes, he tries to show us his ways
He's got stories to tell that'll teach us a thing or two
He'll tell it if you pay him, he will preach or just sing a tune
But nowadays customers are rare he's figured
And feelings of anger and despair were triggered
Still, he's patiently waiting for our minds to change
And all the other kids think he's kind of strange
The way he's talking to himself, scribbling letters in the dust
He stays the same when others think it's better to adjust
His plan was to eat with the money he'd earned
These people show no respect, they'll get none in return
So now there's no turning back when you've broken his seal
He'd rather steal than beg these folks for a meal
He's grown accustomed to jokes and sarcastic gags
He carries all of his belongings in a plastic bag
He tells himself not to lose hope and he's trying
To sell his thoughts for pennies, but nobody's buying
They pay him no mind, they don't know what they're missin'
He's got stories to tell, but nobody listens

[Hook]
Never have I ever seen a kid with a sadder smile
It makes me wonder what could possibly have happened to that child
Never have I ever seen a kid with a sadder smile
It makes me wonder what could possibly have happened to that child
Poor child

[Verse]
There's a kid in my town, he's got stories to tell
Compared to his life, yours is boring as hell
While you leave home every morning for your nine-to-five
This kid is working with his word to keep his mind alive
No one knows the story of his mother and father
Maybe he's willing to tell it if only someone would bother
It's frightening, he's writing like he never did before
Cause no books got a quip of him like he's [?]
Tries to get your attention but it's all in vain
Caught without an umbrella in the pouring rain
The cold people bother him more than cold water
And not enough to keep him from exploring old borders
[?] to where no man's gone before
He's got stories to tell and he demands some reward
He said he's ridiculed but most and spitted on by some
He led the wave of people they just didn't want to come
I know some of his stories, he's told me quite a few
But, you know, they're not meant for me to recite to you
Ask him yourself cause with no doubt
The stories are best heard from his own mouth
I admire the fire that is still in his eyes
A hero in a somewhat silly disguise
He knows the truth and he's willing to die
He lives more in one day than you will in your lives

[Hook]
Never have I ever seen a kid with a sadder smile
It makes me wonder what could possibly have happened to that child
Never have I ever seen a kid with a sadder smile
It makes me wonder what could possibly have happened to that child
Poor child