When you came to me in a dream last night and asked me Did I get your letter, how am I? Well, I'm holding on tight and yes I've been better, I've been better 'Cause the truth is I know you saw my words And stuttered and stammered for a while Truth is I know you saw my words And confrontations not my style, so You could call me cruel And you could call me weak But I'll just sit here and break And you'll just sit and Smile, smile Smile, smile When you came to me again last night And asked me Did I get your letter, how are things? They're not the same They're not the same since it changed my name You could call me cruel And you could call me weak But I'll just sit here and break And you'll just sit and Smile, smile Smile, smile And I've no words to add No words to take away No words to add No words to take away These words Are all the words I have to say So smile, smile Smile, smile Oh smile, smile Smile, smile