Apr 2014
If toys could speak,
I think they'd cry,
when left in the basement,
to wither and die.
No longer needed,
not exciting,
not new,
that's why I feel like a toy,
whenever I think of you.
I think they'd cry,
when left in the basement,
to wither and die.
No longer needed,
not exciting,
not new,
that's why I feel like a toy,
whenever I think of you.
