Toys

by Corryn Clay   Apr 2, 2010


I dont understand how youd do this to me
play games and be so selfish
like a kid in a toys-r-us store
allowed to roam every inch

you runnin' about, checkin out all the shelves
picking n choosin, look around
liek your old toys dont matter
and nothin can bring you down

Like woody and buzz, you leave one for the other
a little here, little there
you'll play the games with all teh toys
and one by one they'll start to tear

the toys they'll break and start to ruin
throw em away, and move on by
all i say is toys get old, u move on, so do i
and im sick of being you little toy

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