Right now I want to open a vein
And take all the pain
Away
Stupid me should have known
The direction this wind would be blown
Stupid me should have known
That I'd only be abused
Stupid me should have known
That I'd only be used
Stupid me should have known
That I would be abandoned and left alone
Because that's what they all do
When they're done playing their sick games with you
They tell you they love you, they tell you they care
But when you ask them to stay with you, they don't dare
Because each shiny new toy gets boring and old
And each shiny new toy has no story to be told
And each shiny toy becomes broken and used
And each shiny toy gets hurt and abused
But toys get old and then they get sold
So they can be repaired and don't look so old
And so comes the next person looking for a toy
And for a while they cherish it like a young girl or boy
And the toy begins to hope again
That maybe their master won't commit the same sin
And yet the toy knows
That more hurt is close
So they lock up how they feel
And to their master they kneel
And go on with their lives
The whole time wishing they could die
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