| I wanna be good
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| But I’m only quick to be late
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| I hurt everyone
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| Except the ones I hate
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| It took away pain
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| Thinking I’d do the rest
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| Well I took its joy
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| And put my rose through its chest
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| I always trip over toys
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| And fall back into my world
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| I trip over toys
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| It’s just me and headless toys
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| Only me and the toys…
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| Sometimes their plastic eyes
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| Stick to me like glue
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| Sometimes they’re loved so much
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| I wish I was one of them too
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| It filled up the emptiness
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| And saved the day
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| But I don’t know what followed
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| Somehow I managed to slip away
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| You don’t have to get all pathetic about it
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| It’s not me you’re to defend
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| You all just wanna be toys
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| But then refuse to be one of them
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| It’s not like I expect you to care
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| It’s not like you have to be there
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| I don’t expect it to be fair
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| I don’t expect you to share
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| Calm down… it's not like I expect you to love me…
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| Don’t I sound so different now
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| Well everything’s the same
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| It’s gonna hurt a lot less
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| If you call it a game
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| I’m scared of you hiding under my bed
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| It must be ‘cause you’re the sweetest toy I ever had…
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| It’s not like I expect you to care
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| It’s not like you have to be there
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| I don’t expect it to be fair
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| I always trip over toys…
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| It’s only me and toys |